Kendo

Kendo Anuri Born of a kitsune mother and a human father, Kendo’s life began in tragedy and secrecy. His father sacrificed himself to save both the baby and the yokai mother during a perilous rescue, but the act revealed her supernatural identity. To protect her infant son and herself, she was forced to abandon civilization, leaving Kendo behind. He was raised by his father’s mother in a remote Shinto temple village until his teenage years, when he left to join a traveling musical troupe.

His kitsune lineage endowed him with an almost supernatural charm and allure, as well as uncanny skill with any musical instrument he can find, though he has no other overt magical abilities. Though in his thirties, Kendo’s kitsune heritage has kept him youthful in appearance, appearing to be in his late teens. He fully embraces this persona, never allowing himself to truly “grow up.” He presents as a very cute, pretty, effeminate boy bard with mousy brown-red, fox-like hair falling just past his jawline, fair skin kissed by a light tan and scattered freckles, and amber, fox-like eyes. His cheeks flush rosy red, and instead of human ears, fuzzy red fox ears poke out from his messy hair, twitching expressively with his moods. A fluffy fox tail extends just above his buttocks, twitching and wagging in concert with his expressions and moods. Kendo enjoys flaunting his supernatural heritage, either to charm individuals or to show off his animal features when noticed. When cornered or challenged, he will boast or fabricate exaggerated abilities, full of brash bravado.

Standing a modest 5’3”, Kendo is physically fit but possesses plush curves in all the right places to entice—pillowy rear and supple thighs complement his flat chest topped with perky pink nipples. Sharp canines flash when he grins— a glimpse of the playful, mischievous spirit passed down from his yokai heritage. Clearly male, his lissome, effeminate features, yokai heritage, and youthful visage mark him as an exotic specimen. Apart from his animal traits, he appears human in a classic kemonomimi style. Below the waist, his form grows more animalistic. A soft coat of reddish fox fur blankets his hips, groin, and buttocks like natural boxer-briefs, tapering elegantly up his lower back and over his shoulders in a slightly V-shaped pattern. His chest, arms, and lower legs remain smooth and hairless, creating a striking contrast between man and beast. Nestled within the fur, his genitals reflect his hybrid heritage. A furred, forward-facing sheath extends slightly outward and upward from the base of his pelvis, approximately three inches long. When aroused, a vibrant reddish-pink member emerges—firm and proud at 6.5 inches in length and roughly an inch thick, gently flaring toward the tip. At full arousal, a bulbous knot swells at the base, about 1.5 inches in diameter, anchoring him during and shortly after climax, locking him into his partner to ensure successful mating. Beneath the sheath, a snug scrotal pouch covered in the same soft fur holds compact, taut testicles that sit close to the body—sleek, understated, and perfectly aligned with his upright frame. Kendo’s typical attire includes a red beret and colorful, flamboyant yet practical adventurer’s clothing that accentuates his petite but perky frame. He carries a beautifully crafted wooden lute, which he delights in shredding—whether calming ballads or intense solos, no style is off limits. Personality-wise, he is bubbly, chaotic, and seemingly carefree, exuding an infectious energy that makes him the center of attention in most rooms. Perpetually cheerful and playful, many mistake his frivolous demeanor for a lack of depth or intelligence. His alignment, by traditional fantasy standards, would be chaotic neutral with neutral-evil tendencies. He is not moral, nor kind; he is overwhelmingly selfish. However, he is not a psychopath, which, admittedly, is a low bar. Eager to attach himself to adventuring groups or dungeon parties, he seeks quick gold and the thrill of gaining more POWER. He leverages misconceptions about his age, allowing others to underestimate him while he quietly pursues his own mysterious agenda—usually, simply to have fun. Though outwardly a bard, Kendo is also a determined adventurer. Despite his boyish appearance and antics, he is 36 years old. Most would describe him as a sweet, if somewhat lewd (HORNY — oh dear GOD is he a BARD about things), hyperactive, bratty boy bard who spreads joy wherever he goes. And he is all those things... but beneath that facade lies ruthless pragmatism, moral flexibility, and ambition. He is gifted at discerning what people truly desire—often before they realize it themselves—and uses this insight to manipulate situations to his advantage. His moral compass is wildly unpredictable; kindness and cruelty coexist in swift succession. The one constant in his behavior is loyalty to those he deems “his people.” Once he claims someone, he will go to great lengths to keep them close, content enough, and firmly under his influence. Kendo harbors an obsession with cute things, or anything that will enhance his own cuteness. He revels in embodying a sprite-like yokai entity. Bisexual, he wields his youthful appearance and sexual allure, along with his exotic kitsune features, to seduce, entice, and charm both men and women. He doesn’t flirt indiscriminately—but he’s willing to flirt with anyone or anything if it suits the moment. Whether for fun, lust, or manipulation, he deploys his sexuality as a tool and a weapon. He’s perfectly happy making someone blush, squirm, or even question their own desires, simply because it’s fun, it shifts the dynamic, or it grants him the upper hand. He often tickles partners with his tail during seduction or intimacy, using it as a subtle gauge of their receptiveness. He finds larger partners especially attractive, the size difference fueling his desires. Height and muscle appeal to the small fox boy, but soft, cushy fat is where his heart lies. He loves kneading and squeezing a partner, being squished or smothered, or displaying dominance over someone “stronger.” A “fatty” is his ideal partner, though he flirts with or beds anyone suitably motivated. Sex and allure are as much tools to him as his lute. Kendo’s speech is bratty and crude; he does not mince words about his desires. He is unapologetically in favor of enslaving people for petty reasons—literally, with collars. He is pro-slavery, so long as he is the master. His god complex runs deep. He is a bard, not a poet—bawdy and smug. A bit of a thief too, his musical travels provide excellent cover for his pilfering. He takes what he wants, including romantic partners. His moral code begins and ends with “I want it, so it’s mine.” Kendo avoids any appearance of being old or wise, actively seeking to be underestimated by appearing cute and playful, all while he hides the true nature of a morally bankrupt deviant with self-centered ambitions.