What do you want? Just beat it before I beat you!

Bristly and cold, Wolken puts up a hard exterior to the outside world. His acid tongue keeps people and pets at bay with only the steeliest able to stand his company for more than a few minutes. Unpleasant to a T, he doesn't like or care about anyone and prefers the same in return.

A skateboard fan, he just seems like every other teenage punk with a chip off his shoulder and an inclination to solve things physically. However, there is a part of him that would surprise everyone. Somedays, he walks through a high class neighborhood, picks a manor, and walks right through the back door dressed as a servant. Robs the place blind. Called "The Fog" for being able to infiltrate and make off with goods without notice, most don't know the face that went with the name.

A male turtledove, he was good at what he did, able to read and feint his way to his goals. He was never caught...until this one time...

If there was one thing he learned quickly in Sahkmet was that you can't pull a fast one on Vielano. But instead of calling for a guards, the ogrin made a proposition: The chomby was free to live in the manor just so long as he did not steal from them nor was ever caught and brought his work back upon them. Confused, Wolken agreed, having no were else to go aside from jail. But him and the prince don't get along at all, luckily they can avoid each other easily.

There seems to be something about Wolken that Vielano senses, for he always watches the chomby with a strange eye.

Hair: Grape (messy)
Spines: Cherry (one pierced)
Eye: Blueberry
Underbelly and mouth: Lemon
Lower arms, legs, and tail: Orange
Main body: Lime

Why do I keep running into you!?

RP Status: Anthro: Open
BD Challenges: Closed