Age: Estimated to be about 5370 years, if his flute is anything to go by.
Gender: Male
Race: Kanko -- Pipefox
Preference: Indifferent
Occupation: Guardian/Companion
Personality: Loyal, if reluctantly so. His master is formeost in his eyes, and if he is told to do something, he does it. Even if it means murdering a child, or killing off his own kind, rare as Kankos may be in this day and age. Reluctant, as he only ever truly pledged his loyalty to his first master after he had been freed from his prison of darkness and silence. His master's descendants are just add on; He has vowed to continue on his master's lineage even if he had to decieve to do so.
Likes: Camping; Snuggling up next to his master; Scuffling with rival Kankos; The smell of Spring rain; Music; Blue flowers/Flowers; Butterflies; Learning; Being in his Kanko form and sitting on his master’s shoulder; Keeping his hair trimmed.
Dislikes: Being bested; Getting yelled at; Letting his master down; Dark places; Extreme cold or heat; Veggies; Baths; Fuzzy slippers(He does enjoy attacking them, though.)

Human Appearance

Hair: Snow-white waterfall of pin-straight tresses fall to the small of his back in light layers. Bangs pulled back into ponytail are sometimes let loose to hang before red eyes.
Eyes: Shining crimson
Complexion: Naturally pale. Should he go under the sun for access amounts of time he would get a little burn.
Height: 6'1"
Attire: He likes to wear graceful, flow-y white clothing, or nothing at all.. Sometimes half and half. But nothing else. It comes from his years of living with men that so wore such clothing.
Voice: Patrick Wilson
Other: His fur markings transfer over to his skin, giving him red 'ink' along his biceps and thighs. Tongue and left ear are pierced.

Relations
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Hundreds of siblings
Children: None
Lover: Whichever master mounts him.
Soultwin: N/A

History:
Born by a mystic spring atop well known Mt Fuji-One of the Three Holy Mountains- in a litter of 7, born with a name unpronounceable by human tongue, the black Kanko pup delved into the water with his brothers and sisters. His fur turned from black to pure white with marks of red up his arms and legs. At first, as with all Kanko litters, the pups were a tight knit bunch. Ate together. Traveled around the mountain together. Hid together. Played together. And even trained together.
They learned to morph into two different forms, to climb, to fight and defend, to forage, and to speak over their first few years. Being a smart species, they learned quickly. They took up their own hobbies; Music, art, design, sports, etcetera. No two had the same hobby. Poetu took up music. He enjoyed experiencing new noises, be they unpleasant or beautiful; he was always able to make any sound beautiful in the right sequence, this being because he has perfect pitch.
Steadily, however, the tight knit bunch grew apart, became more independent from each other. And that is the way of things. When they finally split for good, it was the last time Poetu ever saw any of them again.
He traveled the mountain range, expanding his horizons and exploring a little further each day. Finally finished exploring what was attached to home, he said his final goodbyes to the mountains that had kept him safe and went on his way. The first thing he came upon that was remotely interesting was a bear’s den. Bears did not live up in the mountains where he had been born, so he was curious, and so explored. He originally thought that creature was out exploring the white wonderland, but when he came upon the sleeping mass of teeth and fur he stopped in his tracks. Then he noticed another, much smaller mass and his heart stuttered in his chest. As quickly and quietly as he could he backtracked out of the cave and scurried away and up a tree to calm his nerves.
That would be the last time he went into a cave, any cave. Well, any occupied cave.
Over the years of travel he noticed that there was becoming less and less wildlife, and in it’s place was groups of two-legs going about in rituals that he did not recognize. One day he made the mistake of wandering into one of the camps, curiosity getting the best of his instincts. For the most part, the creatures liked him. They thought he was cute. They enjoyed stroking his silky fur, and so did he. He caught words like ‘tame’ and ‘harmless’ from those that spoke about him. That was not him. These two-legs did not tame him. So, he decided to save his dignity.
A child stepped on his tail one day and he rounded on the little bastard and sunk his full set of half-inch teeth into it’s knee, releasing a special poison into flesh which would rot it’s meat within a day. Nobody took too kindly to his action. Not one of them came near him after they were forced to amputate the kid’s leg by crude measures. After a few weeks of fear one of the males grabbed him up by the scruff and transported him to the medicine man of the village. He was caged, could not escape. The two-legs believed it was bad to kill animals unless they were going to eat it or use it for shelter, so they did not kill Poetu. Instead, it was decided upon that they would lock him away, lock him away so that he could harm nobody else.
A spell was cast, and he was tied and locked within a musical flute that the medicine man had specially crafted just for this.
There was no awareness after that. The blackness took over his mind, and even seeped into his fur. Changing him from white to black. He thought he would never be set free.
And then one day he was.
He scarcely remembers his life, having been locked away in darkness for a few thousand years. He would have been out of the object sooner, but it had been broken and nobody knew exactly how to fix it. Not until his first master. The man had spent a couple of years repairing the artifact, and once it was done, Poetu had been released. He pledged his loyalty to the man in actions, following him around, jumping onto his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek, even retrieving objects he needed. He was denied at first, but after a while of persistence, the man finally agreed. Over the first few decades of serving his master he had learned how to morph into a human, though he has had to perfect it as he went down the line of heirs.
For 4,000 years he has been serving the humans of this man’s family, mainly male heirs but sometimes women, without question. He has been in many wars, protecting his charges loyally. From wars between villages, to wars with the samurai, to the modern wars of today. None of his masters have ever died of outside means, only of old age. He’s just that determined to keep his family alive.
Other:
He was first taken by one of his masters in the midst of war, when said master was craving female companionship. Poetu was told to let down his hair, cover his chest with bunched shirt, and to close his eyes.; Poetu got his name from his first master, a kind-hearted fellow that loved everything about life and the world. He gave him such a name because his appearance reminded him of a female poet he knew. But he figured giving his new friend a female’s name would be disrespectful. So he named him after her occupation instead.

Strengths:
He’s very smart, so can figure the fastest and simplest way to protect his master within moments. He has heightened senses, as would be expected from a beast.
Power:
He can connect with his master’s mind so that when he needs to leave his/her side for even a moment, he knows whether or not they are in danger. He can fabricate different poisons to inject into enemies when in his Spirit fox form, and he can morph into three different forms.
Weapons:
His poisons, his teeth, and his claws. He needs nothing more.
Weaknesses:
He is quite clingy and has been known to claw at his Master's skin just to get closer to him or her. Never again could Poetu ever make it on his own like his siblings; He has grown too attached to training his Masters to love him and being trained in return.
Hazards:
Despite his IQ, he is a very simple-minded creature and thus gains pleasure through the simplest of things--Having his back stroked, praise, raspberries, luke warm water, snow--and thus is a liability when Winter rolls around or when anybody strokes his back. In addition, Poetu is technology illiterate.

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