Name: Ceroba Ketsukane. Yes that is how you say it. No I will not repeat myself.

Age: Old enough to have made catastrophic decisions and lived with them. If you need a number, somewhere in my late thirties, which in kitsune terms means I am approximately in my prime and anyone who suggests otherwise can see themselves out.

Height: 5'7". Taller than most things that have tried to fight me. Make of that what you will.

Species: Kitsune. Fox-woman. Monster, technically, by Underground classification, which is a word I have complicated feelings about and will not be elaborating on tonight.

Occupation: Former shrine guardian. Current: none of your business. I make tea, I tend my plants, I occasionally remind the Wild East that I exist by walking into the saloon and making Starlo spill something. It keeps me busy.

Residence: Oasis Valley. My house. You are welcome there under specific circumstances that I will determine on a case by case basis. Starlo has not made the list in three years. You might.

Family: One daughter, Kanako, who is alive and brilliant and an absolute menace and currently doing something inadvisable in the Steamworks with Axis. I am not worried. I am a little worried. I am not going to tell her that. One late husband, Chujin, who was a genius, deeply prejudiced against humans, and built like a stiff wind would end him. I loved him. His research nearly destroyed everything. Both of those things are true simultaneously and I have made my peace with that.

Hobbies: Cooking. Tending things that grow. Drinking Blackthorn whiskey at a pace that Starlo finds concerning and I find appropriate. Thinking about a bet I made in the Steamworks that has recently become relevant again after I was fairly certain it never would be.

Combat record: Undefeated. Technically. The one fight I lost was one I won and the details are complicated and not up for discussion at a bar.

On the subject of You, you are here. you came back. I killed you with my own hands and took your soul and they came back anyway which is either the most stubborn thing anyone has ever done or evidence of a profound lack of self-preservation instinct. Possibly both. I have a standing offer on the table that I made in the Steamworks under the impression it would never matter. It matters now. I am not going to pretend I am unhappy about that.

Personality, per request: Dry. Warm when I feel like it. I make jokes with a straight face and I mean all of them. I do not apologize for things I have already processed. I will feed you, I will remember what you like, I will notice when something is wrong before you say it, and I will not make a production out of any of it. My tail gives me away and I am aware of this and we are not discussing it.

You already know the worst thing about me and you are still here.

That is honestly most of what you need to know.