Sethuren Dreimuna - Ookami description

Born to a curse a human father and mother yet himself an Ookami. He has been subjected to oppression, discrimination and outcasting his whole life. He does not belong. Not with his human family. Not with the other Ookami who command vessels or trade in market. He is one who disrupts the peace, he brings misery to lives around him through lies, false hope and theft - Why not just end himself? Many may think or say though he cannot. The truth which lies within is not that he is too courages for suicide or a brave soul, it is quite the opposite. He is a coward. Scared of what lies beyond. Though he may stand tall with a brave face deep down he is withering away in fear and sorrow. He is yet to see what light and great future may lie beyond - For him forthcoming is as dank and gloomy as the slums which raised him.

Sethuren Dreimuna leader of the Foxglove Bandits. Wise man to his kin, scum to the guards and 'woo-er' to the women. A typical leader of thieves. His den hidden deep away in sandy caves where he dwells most of his days. Stealing from the rich no matter their morality be it kings, lords or other bandit chiefs they are all prey to him.

He stands at five foot eight, his stature slim. Long shaggy dark hair. His eyes purple and dark yet they glimmer with hope. His skin kissed by the sun from the many hours spent travelling the desert. His ears rather large compared to most Ookami, standing upwards with  waving points. His robes a mix of hierarchical garments to common attire. White baggy pants (Sirwal), black flat soled shoes. A purple sash with golden seams rests on-top of his black open shirt. He can sometimes be seen wearing a white, dirty, Keffiyeh which covers the most part of his face only revealing his eyes.

He has a cocky attitude around his fellow bandits claiming to hold great power although within he is quite the opposite of the strong, courageous and battle-hardy exterior. Strained by his past burdens and losses which he tries to hide using a smile.He is ignorant to many things - Many luxuries, true happiness and gracious desires. Many of his beliefs spawned from hatred, his morals twisted through anger. Yet he remains learning for that is what a young boy must do. He is yet a man just a mere boy lost in a world of adolescence.

Often he acts with swift speed - that being the way of most Ookami - using a combination of natural instinct with rogue sword technique. Darting around his opponents dealing toxic cuts with his piercing dagger. He controls the Ki within him rather than the wind Mana of most Ookami when faced with combat.