Gender:Male.
Sexuality: Strictly Straight.
Appearence: Pitch black fur with a misty aura of darkness surrounding each paw. White markings on his forehead and deep blue eyes that are almost always hidden behind a lovely white masquerade mask.
Personality: Cunning, irresponsible, flirtatious, mischievous.
Weapons: His agility and sleekness often help him in combat.
Home: Lives in the thieves den, the location changes every sixteen seconds and is guarded with powerful magic.
Love: None, although he's a charmer for certain.
I woke up years later. I needed complete facial reconstruction, it was terrible, not that they did a bad job or anything, but my lovely white coat had been stained from the ashes. My loyal partner had stuck by my side the past three years, caring for me and making sure no-one disturbed my slumber. "M-moon? Where are we?" I studdered, using all my strength to push myself up. My head throbbed and every little noise would send me into a complete spasm "Blu, please, lie down." Moons' voice was a harmony of angels recorded on a high-definition tape, it was amazingly soothing, the perfect thing for me "But Moon, -" thrashing noises and chairs were heard from down the hallway "Where is he! Show him to me! BLUNCA!" Moon immediately stood up, pulled me from my bed and threw me out the window of the hospitals 53rd floor "Are you crazy! I just woke up!"