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A tall, lithe old man with a wiry build underneath his immensely large, curly and fluffy pelt. His eyes, black as moonless nights, and his pelt, pale as the stars themselves, aid him in an eerie, yet hauntingly beautiful appearance. A few flicks of ginger grasp his eyes and tail, but otherwise, he's decorated in silver hairs, of which convey his true age.

While he is commonly silent, Fallen Sun is often portraying plenty emotion with his glazed over eyes, and he is a heavy believer in the Mare of the Sun; religiously so, of which results him to be quite protective of his dear herd. One of the finest Counsel Members, his offspring – and perhaps their offspring, by chance – are usually still getting around. He was quite the ladies-man when he was young.

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