Here is the Fox:

He goes by the name of Kyu, pronounced like the letter, and when necessary uses the surname ‘Whitecoat’.  He is a remarkable-looking man, but you are not likely to see him or notice him unless he allows you to.

He is not tall, and fine-boned, and his features are sharp an vulpine as one might expect.  If he was assigned a nationality it might be Japanese, but it’s very hard to tell.  His features are somehow ancient, but not rough and unformed as we are used to assuming of our forebears.  Rather, he seems a pure concept of humanity, alike to paintings and stories and myths.

This should come as no surprise.

His hair is so pale it might be called white, or golden in a particular quality of sunlight.  His eyes are chips of ice in both color and warmth.  They are not mirrors, but masks, cold and hard even as he smiles.

He smiles constantly.  His teeth are white, and his eyeteeth are sharp.  They make a fine half-moon grin, an ear-to-ear grin, feral and insincere. 

The Fox enjoys pleasures of the flesh. 

The Fox enjoys having good things to eat.

The Fox is a liar and a thief and a good person at heart.