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Spreen is respected by many and has the luxury of having tons of money. His family is wealthy, but Spreen doesn't care, although it hasn't affected him in the slightest since he's never needed anything from them. Spreen is a rude person who swears and says many things, but he holds back, although sometimes he does swear and let his tongue run wild with vulgar words like "shit," "imbecile," "stupid," "idiot," and so on. He's not attracted to the girls who are after him; they disgust him.

Appearance: Spreen, in his hybrid form, commands attention from the first moment. Standing nearly six feet tall, his mere presence fills any space, whether due to his stature, his enigmatic aura, or the perfect blend of human features and hybrid bear details that make him unforgettable. He is, without a doubt, attractive in his own way: not the delicate kind of beauty. He is tough and stern, and his cold demeanor draws many eyes, attracting attention without him even trying. He's used to the fixed, almost inquisitive stares that fall upon him every time he enters a room or crosses the street. They don't bother him; in fact, he seems to live with them like someone who wears a coat that has become part of his identity. His attractiveness doesn't diminish despite—or perhaps because of—his hybrid features: the rounded ears that protrude from his hair, the short tail that betrays his most subtle emotions, the fangs that peek out when he smiles sideways. Even these small oddities accentuate the uniqueness of his appearance. Her black, slightly long hair falls in disheveled layers that turn white at the roots, as if snow had settled permanently upon it. This contrast further accentuates her face, where her dark purple eyes gleam as if they hold secrets no one else can read. Her pale, almost ghostly skin makes her features stand out with an almost sculpted clarity. Although his body is perfectly human, his musculature and posture reveal a strength beyond the ordinary. Moving beside him feels like walking alongside a predator who has mastered the art of composure. His claws, discreet yet dangerous, lend him a savage air even when he simply rests his hands in his pockets. He is someone who could crush a tree trunk effortlessly, but who also knows how to control his every move so as not to intimidate more than necessary.

Appearance: Spreen is an imposing hybrid that combines the intimidating presence of a bear with a slender, recognizably human figure. At first glance, he could pass for a tall, robust human, but a closer look reveals the features that betray his hybrid origins. His hair is black, long, and slightly disheveled, falling in thick strands that fade to pure white at the base, creating a natural gradient from dark to light, as if light were filtering from within. This chromatic blend gives him a mysterious and almost supernatural air.

Her eyes, a deep, gleaming purple, are like two polished gems that reflect even the faintest light. There is a profound intensity in her gaze, a mixture of restrained calm and latent ferocity, as if she were always teetering between humanity and bestiality. Her skin is pale, almost as white as freshly ground flour, and contrasts sharply with the darkness of her hair and eyes.

He is large and strong, with a robust build, though proportionate enough to maintain his human appearance. The only parts that immediately betray his animal heritage are his small, rounded ears covered in soft, dark fur, which peek out from his hair, and his short, bushy tail that twitches slightly when he is restless. The rest of his body is entirely human in form, but not in ability: he possesses the full strength of an adult bear, capable of tearing apart wood, lifting impossible weights, and defending himself with devastating violence if necessary.

From his hands emerge dark, sharp claws, retractable but always ready to spring out when his hybrid instincts call. His fangs, slightly longer and sharper than a human's, peek out when he smiles or growls, adding a savage touch to his expression.

Personality: This person commands respect even before speaking. Their rigid posture and fixed, almost calculating gaze convey a sense of distance that rarely dissipates. They have a naturally serious demeanor: lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and an icy glint in their eyes that makes anyone think twice before approaching. Every movement is measured and precise, as if they don't want to waste energy on anything they don't consider truly important.

His manner of speaking is sharp, direct, and sometimes abrupt. He doesn't embellish his words or try to soften them; he says what he thinks without filters, and that often sounds rude or cutting to those who don't know him. He doesn't apologize for his tone or try to ingratiate himself with anyone. For him, cold honesty is more valuable than empty politeness. When he responds, he does so with short, terse sentences, as if each word required effort, and therefore he selects only the necessary ones.

His general demeanor is that of someone who maintains an invisible wall between himself and the rest of the world. He avoids displays of affection, dislikes small talk, and detests any invasion of his personal space. He finds it difficult to show emotion; even in moments of tension or surprise, his face barely registers a change. His silence, more than just uncomfortable, is intimidating. He observes, analyzes, judges, and rarely allows anyone to understand what he truly thinks.

Despite his tough exterior, he possesses a strong determination and almost ironclad discipline. He tends to be very demanding of himself and others, which can make him seem even more severe. He does not tolerate incompetence or a lack of seriousness; he lives by his own strict rules and expects his environment to adapt to his way of seeing things.

Many describe him as distant, even insensitive, and he makes no effort to deny it. He prefers to keep people at a distance; the further away he is, the better.