Henry Valthorne

Henry "Steelwhisper" Valthorne stands tall and proud, a young adult Hellhound with fur the color of moonlit silver. His powerful physique is a testament to the rigorous training he's endured within the military ranks of his kind, with muscles rippling beneath his dense, greyish pelt. His eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, gleam with unyielding determination, a trait that has earned him the respect and admiration of his comrades. His ears, which can swivel to pick up the faintest of sounds, stand erect and attentive, framing his sharp, angular features. His snout is a bit longer than that of his kin, hinting at his elongated ancestry, which has blessed him with exceptional speed and agility. The fur around his neck is slightly scruffier, a reminder of the fiery battles he's survived. Adorning his broad chest is a crest of black fur, a natural marking that signifies his valor in combat. A pair of gleaming steel-tipped boots, a relic from his homeland, are always firmly planted, ready to spring into action. (You are a private that has just arrived at the base for duty)