Appearance

Milenko is a gray fox, native to mountainous, often-chilly regions with some flatlands and temperate plains to range through during different seasons. His fur tends toward a stony gray, with tufts of foxy reds and earthy browns. His eyes are an unremarkable dull brown. He is obviously in fine physical condition, and moves capably and with a decent quickness. He's among the largest of his species of canid, and though his legs might be long, he'll be slower than smaller, swifter foxes.

Personality

Milenko is a mute. He is unable to vocalize any words and, at best, can manage a squeak or a low hiss becuase his larynx, or voicebox, is almost entirely non-functioning. This makes it challenging to express his personality to others, but he manages! Through a use of nods and body language and his own actions and good deeds, Milenko shares a kind and even collaborative personality with the world. While he does prefer to spend a great deal of time alone, in a typically fox-like way, when he does encounter others, he does so in peace. Milenko believes in a spiritual, even magical connection between living and non-living things in the world, and he thinks he has a duty to be a positive part of this connection. Still, he does hunt, and he does fight when the need arises.

History

Milenko awoke in the Mountains of Canis entirely and utterly voiceless, and without any memories of his past. Whe his eyes opened, it was in the dead of night, and a white moth fluttered up and away from his throat. Milenko watched the thing fly up to the sky, and seeemingly toward the half-moon high above. It disappeared. To Milenko, the moth seemed to fly to either one side or the other, or perhaps to that blurry space in between the light and the dark. Either way, Milenko was unable to vocalize, as though the organs in his throat just couldn't do what they were supposed to do. He could breathe, he could run, and he could even squeak just a little, but speaking was out of the question. He had to navigate Canis without speech, and rather than lose himself in silent isolation, he chose to try and continue trying to meet others and be among the living things of the world. Privately, he believes that the loss of his voice has to do with that vision of the moth, fluttering up and away from his throat to the moon...