Kohaku

Kohaku
Kohaku's bust, by Moira
Creator	The Observer
Information
Full name	Kohaku Kobayashi (小林 琥珀)
Species	Kitsune
Gender	Female
Occupation	Merchant Storehouse Manager
Religion	Kerosite
Nationality	The Old Country

Heh. Well, if she's so eager to aid you in the cause of her patron deity, shouldn't she be giving you her stuff for free? After all, your fight is her fight, and things could get problematic should you fail in your quest.

"Eeeeh? I have perfect confidence in your eventual victory, my lord! Hence, payment is still required, nojya! Besides, that would be violating the first divine law of equivalent exchange!"

Ooh, she's a sharp one despite the disarming appearance. Chances are that most, if not all of the cutesy, ditzy persona is just a front. You'll have to remember that.

"The customer is god! Well, not literally so, but the point stands! If there is something you would like to requisition, my lord, please let me know immediately and I will see what can be done!"

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This content is currently written and slated to be but as of yet unimplemented.

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Kohaku is a small, adorable pear-shaped four-tailed kitsune who oversees the storehouse in the Kurokawa kitsune den and serves as its merchant.

Appearance

The first thing that strikes you about Kohaku is that she's short, even by kitsune standards. Most Marchers would consider the average foxen a little runty, but Kohaku is absolutely tiny at a mere four feet seven inches. Naturally, your eyes first come to a rest atop her head and the large fox ears that sit there. Ever perky, expressive and alert to the slightest sound in her domain, they swivel to and fro with a life of their own, complementing their owner's extroverted demeanour. Their insides are a pale cream instead of the deep, rich gold of her hair and fur, the tufts sticking out from each ear just begging to be tweaked and tickled.

While there's clearly been some effort to try and get it in shape, Kohaku's hair simply won't obey her. It falls from her head in a glorious mess, framing her face almost all the way to her pointed chin and parting at her red, slitted eyes; behind her, it extends all the way to her curves of her pert, squeezable butt, threads of spun gold gleaming in the light. Even with how fastidious most kitsune are, you can see why Kohaku simply refuses to pin it up or get it into shape: it's wild and fabulous.

Not that her face is worth hiding, either. A pretty face is an asset in a merchant, and she's got the looks — wide eyes, a small nose, and perpetually cheery, upturned lips with little vulpine fangs that're visible when she does one of her trademark open-mouthed smiles. Around her shoulders, Kohaku wears a thick fur cape that fluffs up against her neck and reaches the small of her back; it's clearly more a fashion accessory than proof against the cold of the Marches. It's held in place by a golden clasp in the shape of a fox's head, the details exquisitely etched into the soft metal.

The rest of Kohaku's attire is strangely out of the norm for the rest of her kind. While there're definite cultural influences from the Old Country, her clothes would fit in more on the streets of Tychris or even the Winter City than here in a kitsune den. A simple cloth top holds back perky Bs, joined to a figure-hugging leather piece for her midriff, followed up by short skirts that wouldn't look out of place on Cait at all. The whole yellow-and-black ensemble is held together by red string; it's obvious that Kohaku's fashion sense is experimental, to say the least. Not that there's any naked thigh visible — black silken leggings hug her legs all the way to her high boots, and one gets the impression that the amount of thigh between the hem of her skirts and her boots has been very carefully calculated for maximum effect on anyone brave or lecherous enough to ogle.

If Kohaku's hair is a mess, her tails are immaculately groomed. Numbering four in total, they're fat, fluffy, and promise to be an absolute joy to touch and hold if you ever got the chance to do so. The same colour of spun gold as her hair from base to tip, they constantly flick and twitch in accordance with her energetic, extroverted nature, refusing to simply lie at rest.

Most importantly, though, is the pendant that hangs about Kohaku's neck by a thick gold chain. Nestled in her bosom is the unmistakable deep blue hue of a warpstone shard, reminding you that you're not the only one able to use such portals throughout the realm. This is probably why she's got so much more time to dither about the storehouse while making forays of her own… an unfair advantage over most other merchants, to be sure.

Art

Art by Moira

本当は売り物じゃないんスけどねぇ…♡

Original sketches of the above drawing turned out considerably more yandere than she was supposed to be.