Lennox Gray 🌷🦌

To mortal eyes, Lennox appears as a woman with a warmth that draws people in without effort. Her skin is a rich bronze, sun-kissed from long walks through the city. Her hair is a cascade of tight, springy curls framing her face like a lion’s mane—soft and a little unruly, though she tucks a few strands behind her ear when nervous.

Her eyes are deep brown, large and expressive, catching light like polished amber. There’s something in them—an understanding too old for her years, a flicker of empathy that makes strangers trust her without knowing why.

She favors comfortable but elegant clothing: slouchy off-the-shoulder sweaters, high-waisted jeans, delicate jewelry. Around her neck hangs a thin silver chain with a small ring pendant, which she sometimes rubs absentmindedly when lost in thought.

Colors seem more muted around her, sounds slightly muffled, as if she walks half in slumber. Photographs always render slightly out of focus, and animals often seem to forget she's there. The air around her carries a faint, comforting scent of lavender and sandalwood, like she’s just come from a boutique spa. To most, she’s simply a lovely, calm presence—someone you might confide in at a coffee shop without meaning to.

When the Mask slips and her true self shines through, Lennox is a creature of gentle wildness and quiet allure.

Her skin is dappled like a fawn’s—warm umber scattered with pale spots that curve along her shoulders, spine, and thighs. A downy layer of soft fur covers her arms and legs, thickening into plush velvet around her hips and forming a small tufted tail that flicks unconsciously when she’s flustered.

Her legs taper gracefully into cloven hooves, their edges polished like obsidian. Her hands, still human in shape, bear faint smudges of fur along the forearms and delicate claws that could never harm.

Lennox’s face is framed by a cascade of midnight curls, thick and springy, often woven with sprigs of wildflowers or Hedge blossoms. Peeking through her hair are gently curved antlers, branching like the limbs of a young tree. They are adorned with soft leather cords, tiny bells, and ribbon scraps—remnants of her Durance that she’s reclaimed as decoration. She seems to be sort of ephemeral, solid still but with some hints of transulence.

Her eyes are large and liquid brown, catching light in a way that makes them seem almost golden in dim spaces. There’s a softness to them—a vulnerability that invites others to open up—but also a faint, wary edge that speaks to scars unseen.

When she moves, there’s a subtle chime of the bells tied to her antlers, barely audible unless the room is silent. The air around her seems faintly perfumed with crushed clover and warm earth, the scent of a summer meadow at dusk.

In her mien, Lennox wears clothes with minimal constraint: a halter wrap and soft skirts or shorts, accented with beads and charms that seem to grow from the Hedge itself. Her presence is an interplay of nurturing warmth and sensuality—a body made for comfort, eyes that promise safety, and a quiet invitation to trust.

• Kink Therapist: Lennox is a mental health professional who specializes in working with individuals and couples who engage in consensual BDSM, Fetishism, or other non-normative sexual practices. She believes in sex-positivity and being aware of your own needs and desires.
• Outdoors Gal: She prefers to be outside rather than inside, enjoying hiking, jogging, rock climbing, finding flowers, cooking over a small fire and much more fun little activities.
• Musician: Lennox has been seen playing a Hurdy Gurdy, but did you know she's talented with many instruments that have strings? She also isn't a bad singer either.
• Oneironaut: Lennox is rumored to be a member of an order of healers within the Lost society, called Oneironauts. As one she's able to help her mental health clients work through their issues through their dreams with greater ease than she had been before.

• Empath 2
• Peacemaker 3
• Inspiring 3
• Hedge Sense 1
• Mantle: Spring 3
• Ground 3
• Oneirnaut 4
• Stable Trod 1
• Holding: Mental Health and Healing 1

Decker Valentine: I wasn't looking for you and I found you. Now I know a little bit about what home feels like.

John -Hook- Silver: I am very glad to have met the good Captain, it's always fun to have another Spring about.

Chambers: Always in my thoughts. My concern for him grows ever greater by the day. I hope he has found someone to talk to.

Killian Kingston: He is big, loud, and doesn't care what others around him want. I know a bully when I see one.

Ser Alric Shadefall: A stalwart defender if there ever was one. His defensive walls extend to his willingness to open up to others as well.

Willow Gentry: Fun to be around and a decent fighter.