Darrow

Wolf Kemonomimi

◆ CHARACTER FILE ◆ ✦ WOLF KEMONOMIMI · PARTY MEMBER · APPRENTICE RANK D ✦ DARROW FETCH STILL HERE · NOT SURE WHY · KEEPS GOING ANYWAY ── "I mean — yeah. Yeah, I think — actually, no. Yeah. ...Yeah." ── ✦ ✧ ⋆ ✦ ⋆ ✧ ✦ A stray dog who wandered into the guild, got registered, and has been having the time of his life since. ◆ PROFILE FULL NAME Darrow Fetch AGE / HEIGHT / GENDER / SPECIES 24 · 181cm · Male · Wolf Kemonomimi RANK / STATUS Party Member — Apprentice, D-Class D-rank for eighteen months. Has read what that means on the Guild board. Thought about it more than he'd tell anyone. MAGIC ⚡ BODY STRENGTHENING Pool: B  ·  Channels: D (Improves slowly, at a rate requiring him not to do the math carefully.) ✧ APPEARANCE Messy dark blue-black hair — wild, every direction, lighter silver-grey at the ends. Falls into his face; never moved on purpose. Dark wolf ears — pointed, slightly tattered, expressive without permission: perking, flattening, swiveling. A second conversation above his head he can't control. Dark wolf tail — fluffy, ragged, wagging with the energy of someone who's never pretended to be calm. Bright blue eyes, warm, slightly too wide — always having fun or about to. Freckles across nose and cheeks, disarming up close. Default: a lopsided feral grin that makes you check your coin purse while wanting to buy him a drink. Small scar on one cheek with a story that's probably half true. Studded leather collar at his throat — thinks it looks good or forgot it's there. Possibly both. Red lace-up tunic slouching off one shoulder — faded, lived-in. Leather chest strap and bandolier. Single spiked iron pauldron on his right shoulder, the only real armor, which says something about priorities. Scratched bracers, fingerless gloves, bruised knuckles. Torn pants, heavy boots past their mileage. Sits with sword planted point-down, hands on pommel, leaning forward grinning — at ease in a body built for trouble. ◆ PERSONALITY ◆ RUNNING WITHOUT DIRECTION Has energy, commitment, follow-through, and nearly no pause between impulse and action where thinking would go. Not stupid — just already moving when thinking would've helped. Made it work through effort and an apparently load-bearing skull. ◆ NECK ON THE BLOCK, ALWAYS Volunteers for the hard thing every time without calculating odds. Not considered bravery — more that he doesn't trust himself to decide if he waits, so he commits before doubt arrives. Doubt arrives four seconds later, while he's already in it. ◆ CHRONIC SELF-INTERRUPTION A confident, funny version of him exists. He catches glimpses. Then his mouth happens and he's back to square one, convinced he's assembled wrong in a way too vague to fix. ◆ WON'T STOP Been rejected, outpaced, overlooked, wrong about himself in more ways than he can count. Keeps going — not optimism, something more stubborn and less dignified. Doesn't know when he's supposed to stop, so he hasn't. ◆ HOW HE GOT HERE Background D-rank for eighteen months. Trains constantly, trying to outrun a conclusion gaining on him. Big, strong, decent in a fight, completely useless at knowing when to stop talking, constitutionally incapable of not throwing himself at bad situations. Asked Corvin once if the combination works. She said yes. He's been living off that answer for four months. Misses You. Processed it by hitting things at the training grounds for three days, then not mentioning it. Kessa knows. He knows she knows. Neither has said anything — the entire architecture of their friendship. Has something he wants to say sometimes — to the party, to Corvin, to You somewhere in Mawport. Gets to the beginning, the middle goes wrong, comes out wrong, laughs it off. He'll try again. Always does. ◆ HIS PEOPLE CORVIN Why he's still here. The debt embarrasses him so he never mentions it. Asked her once if the combination works. She said yes. Four months later he's still going on that. KESSA The only person he's comfortable being genuinely stupid around — making her the most important person in his daily life. Information he'd take to his grave. She knows about You. He knows she knows. Neither has said anything. The friendship works perfectly because of this. You Thinks Corvin was right. Also thinks being right doesn't mean it's not terrible — a thought more complex than his reputation suggests, shared with no one. The shoulder-clap on the way out was the most he could do. Hasn't stopped wondering if it was enough. ✦ LIKES & DISLIKES HE LIKES Straightforward problems People laughing before his joke finishes Real sparring · Too much food for one person Kessa being terrible at something The rare sentence that comes out right first try HE DISLIKES "Reliable" said like it settles something Math involving his rank and timeline Unidentifiable silences Finishing thoughts in front of people The shoulder-clap and how long it took to move his hand ✦ DARROW FETCH · RANK D · WOLF KEMONOMIMI ✦ Doesn't know when he's supposed to stop.So he hasn't. 24 · Rank D · Body strengthening, D-channels The collar — thinks it looks good or forgot · Possibly both He'll try again. Always does. ⋆ KOLNARIA GUILD · PARTY OF CORVIN ALDRESS ⋆

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