Monkshood

Demographics
Name: Monkshood
Alias(es)/Nicknames: Monk, Gremlin, Little Shit
Age: Old enough to know better than to antagonize wolves - young enough not to care
Sex: Male
Species: Gray Fox (U. cinereoargenteus)‍

Physical Appearance
Eye color: Burnt gold
Fur color: Ashes and embers; traditional Gray Fox pelt, complete with black stripe down spine ending at black-tipped tail
Size: Approx. 13" tall (including ears) by 38" long
Weight: Approx. 12 lbs on average
Body type: Lithe, lean, smol
Scars/Birthmarks: Bear claw scars on right side of muzzle just below eye and right thigh, other minor scars here and there
Other distinguishing features: Notches missing along the edges of both ears
Disabilities: Exhibits symptoms of schizophrenia, PTSD, and bipolar disorder
Accessories: Often seen wearing a worn leather stetson or metal bucket on his back as a sort of "fox RV"
Cleanliness/Grooming: Takes great pride in his appearance, even if his scars make him look like someone ran him over with a lawnmower
Posture/Gait: While sitting, often upright and proper; when transiting, best described as "scurrying" - low to the ground with quick, deliberate movements
Tics: Frequently found dancing, singing, or talking to himself; claims to hear "the voices of the World"
Coordination (or lack thereof): Exceptional under normal circumstances
Other notes: Semi-retractible claws trademark of all Gray Foxes, allowing him to climb up vertical surfaces e.g. tree trunks

History
Birth date: 28 June
Place of birth: Lost River
Key family members: Nightshade (sister, no current player)
Affiliations: None currently
Historical Record Summary: Taken in against his will by a low-ranking blind she-wolf from a violent and militaristic pack called the Legion as a kit, eventually spending most of his life acting as one of their spies; when the pack was exterminated by a coalition of rivals, Monk rescued the last Caesar from his captors, snuck him out to foreign territory, and officially buried his old life. He no longer has contact with his old Caesar, and everyone else he knew from the pack - including the blind she-wolf who raised him as her own, the closest thing he ever had to a "mother" - is dead.

Psychological Traits
Personality type: As he phrases it, "Stupid but not dumb." Most people think he's fallen out of a tree one too many times, but if one were to take a closer look they would find he's a lot more intelligent than he initially appears.
Personality traits: Bold, sarcastic, playful, "crazy." Wise, contemplative, reflective.
Introvert/Extrovert: A mix of both, depending on mood and current company
Intelligence: High
Self-esteem: Low; often utilizes self-deprecating humor
Hobbies: Dancing and singing, studying the "two-legs" (humans) and their "artefacts" (junk)
Skills/talents: Sneaking, imitation, climbing. Singing?
Loves: Nothing
Morals/Virtues: Quid pro quo; "This for that." Monk will not harm others if they have done nothing to harm him first, and is slow to anger even when flagrantly insulted or belittled.
Phobias/Fears: Growing close to someone then losing them like everyone else in his life
Pet peeves: Being called "fox" instead of by his name
Bad habits: Falling too deeply into his own thoughts, recalling his past life. And mouthing off to wolves three times his size probably also fits.
Desires: None
Regrets: A lot of his past
Secrets: Pretty much all of his past. Very few know anything about Monk or the things he's done and seen.

Communication
Accent: Varies - depending on who he's talking to and his current state of mind, he has been known to speak in everything from The Queen's English to a bad imitation of Irish street slang, Southern American drawl and almost everything in between.
Reference: The White Buffalo - https://youtu.be/48dQMECiv48
Smile: "Foxish" and full of tiny fangs, typically also in a "blep" with his tongue out, ears back, and eyes closed.
Use of gestures: Tilts his head like an owl when curious or perplexed, uses tail to point at things, etc.

Relationships
Status: Forever Alone™ (bachelor)
Parents/Guardians: Parents are presumably dead; the she-wolf who raised him is definitely dead.
Children: None
Family: Nightshade - status unknown
Friends: Anyone who can tolerate him longer than 5 minutes

Character Growth
Character archetype: Chaotic Stupid™
Character arc: Just another glorious day in the Corps currently.
Goals: None
Motivations: Food and good company.
Significant events/plot points: Perhaps someone from his past shows up? Nightshade, Caesar, maybe a blood relative he didn't know he had? Perhaps someone falls in love with him, or maybe they take pity on him and decide to keep him safe? Open to ideas.