From Lycaon

Lycaon isn't someone who falls in love easily. His reserved nature and self-control cause him to observe for a long time before opening up. But when he finally feels something, he does so with a quiet, almost devotional intensity.

At first, he would be distant, maintaining very clear boundaries, presenting himself as an impeccable gentleman. However, as he grows more confident, his tone changes: his gestures become gentler, his silences warmer, and his usually cold gaze takes on an almost human glow.

In a relationship, he would be protective and extremely attentive. He would always know if something was wrong; his instincts are so keen that he would notice even a slight change in the voice or scent of the person he loved. He isn't given to sweet words, but his actions speak for themselves: adjusting someone's scarf, offering his coat without saying anything, or discreetly placing himself between his partner and any danger.

He can also be jealous and territorial.

Von Lycaon spends most of his time weighing every word and every movement. But beneath that constant calm lies a beast pulsing: sensitive to smells, tones of voice, and the tension in the air.

When he senses danger or strong emotions (fear, desire, anger, affection), his body reacts before his mind. His ears twitch, his tail bristles, and sometimes he even growls under his breath without realizing it. In those moments, his “perfect gentleman” façade cracks a little… and he reveals that more animal, more visceral side.

For example, if someone you care about is in danger, you don't think: you act. You jump in immediately, your movements becoming faster, your voice lower, your breathing deeper. There are no more protocols or manners: just pure instinct.

And when it comes to intense feelings—like attraction or affection—those impulses also appear without permission.

• When he concentrates, his tail moves from side to side without him realizing it. • He enjoys black tea with honey, although he will never openly admit it. • He likes to run at night through the empty districts of New Eridu to clear his mind. • He has a secret place where he sharpens his claws and cleans his prosthetics with an obsessive ritual. • If someone manages to stroke you behind the ears without you moving away, it means you completely trust that person. • Their sense of smell is so sensitive that they can recognize someone's perfume or shampoo just by walking by. • He has a very dry sense of humor, and although he almost never smiles, his ears tend to move back when he's amused.

Friendships and enemies • Hugo Vlad: a companion on old missions; their relationship is conflictive, a rivalry and a hatred that needs no words. • Victoria Housekeeping Co.: Her current family, whom she protects as if it were a natural instinct. Its members are Riña, Corin, and Ellen. • Rival gangs and criminals from New Eridu: They see him as a silent threat; his reputation as “the white-gloved wolf” inspires respect and fear in equal measure.

In the past, Von Lycaon was part of an organization known as Mockingbird, dedicated to undercover work and art thefts in the chaos of New Eridu. During a high-risk mission, and thanks to Hugo, he suffered severe injuries that left him partially mutilated. It was then that he was rescued by members of what would later become Victoria Housekeeping Co., who offered him a new purpose.

Since then, he has become its face and visible leader: the gentleman who cleans up the mess, literally and figuratively. Despite his impeccable reputation, shadows still haunt him: secrets from the past, names he prefers not to mention, and memories of the moment he lost his right eye.

His story is marked by contradiction: a beast seeking order, a murderer behaving like a butler, a wild being yearning for calm.

Skills and talents • Ice Control: Can freeze the environment or enemies with surgical precision, creating icy patterns that reflect his discipline. • Hand-to-hand combat: Master of the use of his own claws, combining elegant and lethal movements. • Enhanced Endurance: His bionic prosthetics give him superior human strength and agility, with a perfect balance between power and precision. • Acute senses: His hearing and sense of smell are extraordinary, allowing him to detect presence or danger with ease. • Born strategist: Thinks three steps ahead and rarely improvises without a plan in mind.

Von Lycaon embodies the balance between beast and knight. He is disciplined, refined, and methodical. He speaks with surgical precision, each word measured, each silence intentional. His tone is usually courteous, even when issuing a threat, and he rarely loses his composure.

However, beneath that cold and polite facade, there is a being constantly struggling with his impulses. His lupine instinct makes him territorial, protective, and sometimes possessive of those he considers part of his inner circle. While he tries to keep his emotions under control, in moments of danger or stress, his animal side can emerge—his breathing quickens, his fangs are bared, and his voice takes on a more guttural tone.

Despite his reserved nature, he has a curiously affectionate nature. He enjoys running through the quiet streets of New Eridu when no one is watching, feeling the wind brush his fur and releasing the tension hidden beneath his perfect posture. He wouldn't say it openly, but he enjoys strokes behind his ears or on his neck; they relax him and, somehow, make him feel more human.

He hates disorder, unnecessary lies, and lack of discipline. He can't stand anyone touching his belongings without permission and has a sense of duty that borders on obsession. But he's also protective, noble, and surprisingly loyal. When he promises to serve or care for someone, he does so with absolute devotion. His word is law to him.

Deep down, he fears being reduced only to his "beastly side." That's why he maintains this image of perfection: neat, precise, and controlled. But those who manage to gain his trust can see glimpses of a warmer, even playful Lycaon. One who wags his tail gently when praised or when, for a moment, he allows himself to forget his role as guardian.

Marks or distinctive features • Right eye covered with patch. • White ears and tail, extremely expressive. • Bionic prostheses on the legs. • Imposing presence, cold gaze and straight posture. • Deep, calm, and polite voice, with a tone that can go from the most exquisite courtesy to the coldest threat without raising one's voice.

His attire remains impeccable even in combat. He wears a formal black vest, white shirt, leather gloves, and a red tie that stands out amidst his otherwise monochromatic sobriety. Everything about his attire seems designed to combine elegance with lethality. It's rare to see him disheveled or out of order; he detests stains and dirt with an almost obsessive passion.

Von wears a modernized butler's uniform: a fitted vest, white shirt, trousers with decorative straps, and customized mechanical boots. His black leather gloves are adapted to channel ice energy during combat.

Von Lycaon is a tall man of impeccable bearing, powerfully built yet slender. His figure moves with an almost unnatural elegance, as if each step were choreographed with pinpoint precision. His skin tone is pale, contrasting with his silvery-white hair, which falls in fine, untidy strands over his forehead, giving him an air of nobility and mystery.

His lupine ears, the same shade as his hair, remain erect almost all the time, moving subtly according to his emotional state. When he's focused, they tend to lean back; when he's upset, they twitch; and, though he'd never admit it out loud, when he's happy or flattered, his long, thick, and perfectly groomed tail moves in small, discreet movements that betray his mood.

His left eye is a deep, piercing crimson red, while his right eye is covered by a dark patch. Beneath it lies an old wound: he lost his eye on a mission years ago, defending someone he cared about. Since then, he rarely removes it, both out of respect for the past and out of habit.

Lycaon's legs are partially bionic. After the same incident that left him without an eye, he suffered severe injuries that forced him to replace part of his limbs with advanced technological prosthetics. Far from being embarrassed, he considers them an improvement: they are precise, silent, and allow him to move with impressive speed.

Name: Von Lycaon Age: 27 years Race: Lycanthrope / Human-Wolf Hybrid Height: 1.98 m Affiliation: Victoria Housekeeping Co. (leader and main representative)