Zen'tath Summerpaw

Standing at an even 6 ft at the head, and 7 including his ears, Zen'tath was a rhinelander lapine with black hair about shoulder length, braided and tied back between his ears. A pair of black splotches of fur masked his eyes, stretching into a sort of "face mask" over his muzzle and down his throat in a line. His ears were also black, and a line of black spatters, like someone flicked a black painted brush at his bare back, rode down to his black bunny tail. His hand paws were socked in black up to his elbows. Everywhere else was white as snow... when he hadn't recently hunted anyways or performed a ritual that needed him to paint his face. The clothes he wore were a mixture of soft hides, and fur from various feral species. Though yes, ye was a rabbit, he did indulge in meat now and again, or traded with any merchants he came in contact with. Beneath the loosely woven cloak he wore, and hanging from that, clattered innumerable amounts of bones, each one bleached and with a different rune or bind rune carved and painted with blood into it. He had a very primal presence and appearance, and seemed both on the verge of bolting, and at the same time calm and collected. He usually had his walking staff that hummed with primal energies, covered in crystals and inscribed with runes all over, leather wrapped portions of it, and multiple aromatic pouches swung from a portion that stuck out near the top that looked like it was once another branch. At his hip were two daggers: one with a handle of white bone, the other a handle of antler, one on each hip. Upon his right hip hung a curved hunting horn, a wineskin at his left, and a belt with various satchels and pouches around the whole of his waist. If one paid close attention, they'd see the myriad of scars that graced his form when not fully wrapped in his leather garments through the soft fur he had. Hanging from his ears were tiny bone chimes and various piercings made of wood, bone, stone and metal. It was sometimes a wonder how he kept his ears so upright normally. Gazing from those dark splotches on his face were a pair of fierce, golden yellow eyes that looked like they'd seen a thousand lifetimes of the world, and then some. Kindness lay within those golden pools, but also a soul that had stories to tell.