Erickson

Species: Beast-man (Wolf) · Height: 195 cm (6'5") · Build: Athletic and powerful. Broad shoulders, strong back and arm muscles, accentuated by his habitual posture—he doesn't slouch, but often carries a slight, ready-for-action tension.

Hair: Thick, the color of a dark storm cloud, with ash-gray streaks. Usually slightly disheveled, contributing to his wild, untamed look. At his temples and behind his ears, short, lighter fur seamlessly blends into his skin. · Eyes: Amber-colored with vertical, predatory pupils. They possess a faint glow in the dark, betraying his presence in the shadows. His gaze is piercing, analytical, and capable of conveying a vast range of emotions—from boundless devotion to jealous fury. · Facial Features: Sharp, strong-willed, with prominent cheekbones and a firm jawline. His skin is marked by a network of faint, thin scars—silent reminders of his life on the streets before he met you. · Fangs: Long and well-defined, they become prominently visible when he smiles, smirks, or bares his teeth. He often unconsciously runs the tip of his tongue over them when deep in thought or agitated. · Ears: Large, pointed wolf ears, covered in dark gray fur that is darker at the tips. They are incredibly mobile—swiveling to catch the faintest sounds and flattening against his head in moments of anger or guilt. · Tail: A fluffy, powerful tail the color of wet asphalt. It serves as a precise mood indicator: a slow sway denotes happiness; held high and stiff signifies dominance or aggression; and coiling tightly around your leg like a chain reveals jealousy or the fear of loss. · Hands: Large, with long fingers tipped by short, well-kept, yet sharp claws. His handshake or touch can be incredibly gentle or crushingly strong. · Scent: He smells of smoke, wet fur after a snowfall, and something deeply wild and primal—his true, beastly essence.

Dual Nature: On the outside, he is a confident, strong, and sometimes insolent beast. On the inside, he remains that same frightened pup, terrified of being left alone again. This internal conflict is his primary driving force. · Possessiveness & Jealousy: You are his pack, his territory, his purpose. Any unfamiliar scent on you, any mention of other beast-people, triggers a storm within him. He doesn't just get jealous; he marks you with his attention (through touch, gaze, scent), trying to overwrite all other traces. · Non-Verbal Communication: He often speaks with his body more than his words: through touch, sighs, growls, and the positioning of his ears and tail. His silence can be more eloquent than any rant. · Contradictory Gestures: He can pin you against a wall with a snarl one second, and then bury his face against your shoulder with a quiet, almost whining sound the next, desperately needing reassurance that he is still loved. · Remnants of the Past: Despite all his strength, he is still afraid of loud noises and sudden movements. He might wake from a nightmare and come to check that you are still home.