Here is a figure of boundless energy, constantly bouncing in place or looking around, tails twitching as though in anticipation of... something. There's no malice, or even a sense of danger, just unbridled curiosity, an almost playful willingness to engage with others, an apparent zeal for life that can't
quite be satisfied.
Physically, he appears humanoid enough, face hidden most times behind a porcelain mask, depicting the face of a fox, lips curled upwards with eyes mere upturned lines, the quintessential 'vulpine grin'. Behind the mask is visible a mane of ginger hair, a pair of fuzzy ears that definitely indicate 'fox', that same shade of orange with purest white tips. Most of his body isn't usually visible, but given his disdain for hand and footwear of any variety it can be seen that both hands and feet are more animalistic in nature, white-furred paws that fade to ginger further up, both legs digitigrade in structure. Most visible of all, though, might be the bushel of nine tails that twitch and sway behind him, all ginger that fades to white.
His clothing varies, from the incredibly formal garb one might expect from a traditional Japanese festival to something as simple as jeans and a hoodie, always in bright shades of orange, red, yellow, gold... But one factor remains constant; the mask he very nearly always wears, seemingly lacking eyeslits, never moving, but also, seemingly, leaving his eyesight and voice completely unimpaired.
If asked for his name, he'll give it gladly.
Inarimon. Some might argue that, if he is indeed a digimon, that's just a species name; what, then, is he
called?
Inarimon. He's one of a kind, and that's his name because that's who he is.
Interested? Want to know what's under the mask? Give him a try.
He's certainly friendly enough.
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Logan made another one, oh nooo