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Touya Taka is a living alabaster sculpture, carved with an intention to create a thief; a criminal; a deceiver. Masculinity does not shape his features and his body; while handsome, he is neither large nor strong, with merely a subtle ripple of muscles disturbing his glistening ashen pelt. Rather, it is more apt to describe this wolf as graceful and elegant — but not delicate as though a mere touch would mar him (though he may think so).

The fleet-footed rogue has been gifted the abilty of speed; his gait is light and quick, flitting here and there with a speed comparable to a prey. Were Touya born as another creature, he would be a white bird with his wings forever slightly parted from his sides, always ready to take flight. The cadence of his speech also follows this pattern; tongue quick to speak, which permits a rapid stream of words to pour out, oft without thought or care.

The eyes of the swindler, burning bright, burning orange that rivals the glow of a wildfire, are an oddity. They are both honest and dishonest; they would lie with his false speech, should it come to that, but emotions behind his gaze are always earnest. Sometimes manipulated, sometimes twisted, but always earnest.
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A man who dances to the beat of his own drum; Touya is, above all, selfish. Commands he will heed only come from his own mind, heart, and soul. Shackles would not bind his ankles together, chains would not twist around his neck, and a leash would not tether him to a stationary, stagnant entity. He is free; he is free to do as he wishes, whenever he desires. This freedom, however, requests only one thing from him: curiosity. Highly inquisitive, the wolf never stops moving, his paws forever carrying him towards an adventure. There, he shall find something to learn and satisfy his ever-hungering curiosity — a reward for his endeavours.

An adventurer he might be, trouble is almost a certainty, but he is not one to thrust himself into violence. His father and his sisters have chosen to walk upon the path of a warrior, something that has never enticed Touya, who has turned his back on it. He weaponises his speech instead, using it to soothe and de-escalate an argument that may turn violent — or to deliberately wound another, should it strikes his fancy. This avoidance is not due to a set of pacifistic ideals; no, reasons behind his abstinence from violence stem from narcissism. Scars shall not spoil his alabaster coat or mar his elegantly handsome features. His vanity also takes him away from areas that would sully his prisitine white fur — in other words, dirt and mud are also his enemy.

However, his vanity is not unwavering; sometimes it is put aside if he is driven by vengeance. Touya is quick to judge, and if he is irrecoverably wronged, he would not sheathe his teeth. Here, the warrior's blood that runs through his veins, inherited from his father, would lend him a sword and deem him a judge, jury, and executioner.

He is not innately angry or callous, though. Words that fall from his lips might be sharp and cutting, but he does not seek to wilfully harm another. Rather, it would not be wrong to describe him as kind; he is not resistant to extending a helping hand and lifting another up, should the latter be afflicted, either physically or mentally. He smiles and converses with strangers often, genuinely keen on meeting new people and learning what they have to offer.
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