Five feet, nine inches of kitsune stands before you. Between two rounded triangular ears is a shock of roguishly unkempt electric blue headfur, one of the few areas on this kitsune's body that isn't covered in black fur. A pair of large, slate grey eyes peek out above his pointed vulpine muzzle, thin silver whiskers poking out of it subtly. His torso could very well be rectangular; broad shoulders lead down to a chest devoid of most muscle or fat, then to a stomach with a tiny bit of a pudge. His arms keep with his lean appearance, decently muscled, but nothing that would impress anyone. Midway through his wrists, his black fur turns to a shiny silver, forming the characteristic 'socks' of foxes' paws. His waist couldn't be more than a 32 inches around, three silver-tipped tails swishing behind it. His slender digitigrade legs taper into the familiar silver socks around his shins and footpaws.

Currently, Baketsu is wearing a mustard yellow ringer-style t-shirt that says 'w00t!' across the chest in black printing. Around his waist is a pair of khaki cargo shorts, held up by a bright blue stretchy belt. In his left paw is a handle connected to what looks like a small coffin... plastered in stickers? He notices your glance and winks, flashing his pearly white teeth. He opens the case up, revealing his most prized possession, a black Gibson SG. He smiles shyly, explaining to you, "I'm a sound kitsune; I can control the soundwaves, among other things." He closes up the case and returns on his merry way, staring into oblivion, as if he was waiting for something, somewhere...