🖤💔🔪Tsuki🔪💔🖤

• His ears are very floppy and almost always have a slight downward curve to them. The only time they don't is when he's alert or alarmed. They are also black tipped on both sides. They can be drawn as shown on his ref or as floppy folded ears similar to dogs.
• His tail is a small poof, like a rabbits! Big enough to be seen and wagged, but is always hidden beneath his fur skirt.
• He has a fur "skirt" that starts at the side of his torso and flares out like a jolteon. His skirt does not hang down unless wet, it must ALWAYS be curved upwards. It can go a few inches past his pelvis and cannot be any shorter.
• His legs are inspired by those of the closed species Scarfox. He can be drawn with long digi-grade legs or be drawn with legs closer to Scarfox, both are good! :]
• He also has 2-3 rows of small bumps along his back that end right before his tail. They are similar to the back bumps found on alligators and crocs. They can be drawn as rounded or pointed but they must be small.
• The yellow-grey face-like marking on his stomach can transform into a stomach mouth! Can have an optional tongue or only be teeth. This marking can also be edited/simplified if needed!
• Eyes glow in the dark.
• Always wear a collar of some sort! Can be a simple black collar eith gold/silver buckles, or one more intricate. His usual collar is purple with a gold bell and bowtie with pink tips.

Tsuki's family lived within a region that was plagued with blights left behind by a fallen god. The Upper Courts declared this region to be in a state of emergency, enacting strict curfews and sending scheduled patrols to clear out any blighted creatures that wandered too close to their settlements. These creatures varied, but the most notorious were the Mimics, monsters that could take the form of almost anything else. Upper Courts demanded they be killed on sight if discovered by anyone, and severe punishments would be given to those who didn't. Mimics were a danger to society, blood thirsty creatures created by the blood of a wrathful god that promised no good will towards those who lived beneath the Heavens. Mimics were his claws on Earth.

Unfortunately, Mimics had already invested the area. Due to this patrols of Church Swords (executioners) were ordered to conduct blood tests. If the blood was red, you passed. If it was any deviation from red, you failed and were brought in for futher questioning. These "questions" often led to beheadings. A handful of Mimics had befriended mortals, proving that they meant no harm and were the exact same as them despite a few minor differences. The rise in Mimic sympathy brought tension to the trust between the Upper Courts and the common mortals. With aid most Mimics were able to enter and thrive in the region disguised as mortals, often living among them and contributing to their communities. Secret relationships between mimics and mortals were very common, but forbidden by the Upper Courts.

Because of being half-bloods Tsuki's family moved often, jumping from town to town when things got a little too stressful. As an obviously half-blooded creature Tsuki wasn't allowed the luxuries other young people had, such as exploring the world and playing in the open with one another. He'd always been promised more freedom as he got older, but that freedom never truly came. Instead he was granted the "freedom" to visit relatives, attend night markets (only with family intow), watch bugs, and be kept at his family's side at all times. The future he dreamed of felt like it was slipping away, replaced by the dark image of a home overflowing with relatives. It was suffocating.

More often than not Tsuki had little say in anything that his family did. Events, travels, his voice was never heard. Should he dare to complain he'd be ganged up on and shamed into shutting up. Frustration at his circumstanced built to an all time high, leading to Tsuki denouncing his family and faking his death the following week. He had planned to live on the streets until he could form a plan to escape the entire region but his time was cut short when a night patrol had spotted him. Luckily a friend was leading the patrol and offered Tsuki a place to stay. Tsuki grew antsy for the time he stayed with his friend fearing that he'd be found out, and made the decision to take a few things and run. He ran until he could no longer recognise the terrain.

Tsuki would spend years travelling the enormous region, picking up a variety of skills to improve his quality of life in any form. He would also acquire bad habits that left him hungover and beaten black and blue. Regardless, he's living his best life. In the coming years he'd reunite with his childhood friend, only to have a horrifically messy falling out that resulted in them becoming enemies.

There came a night where he was certain he'd die. A heist gone wrong, he was left bleeding out and his innards in his hands. Tsuki had seen this a thousand times, every night when the stars blinked awake he'd imagine what his end would be. How unfortunate that it would be so lonesome. Unbeknownst to Tsuki a deity had been following his travels, taking interest in the Mimic that didn't seem to care about his future. As he laid with his vision going dark, the deity would grant him immortality, to continue upon his amusing adventures. He would die this night and awake with the sun glaring down at him, injuries of the previous night gone but the evidence of it still there. This blessing would become his curse.
One night when he was shit-faced he stumbled towards an odd, brightly decorated door and tumbled through. With a hiss he'd open his eyes, squinting against a harsh sun that beat down on him. He didn't recognise this area at all, and it was nowhere to be found on his map. Swearing that he'd already explored from corner to corner he begrudingly began to label a new map, giving the new land a curious glance. Another chance at life...? How strange. Well, third time's the charm, right?