Tory

A tall, stately man with broad shoulders and an upright posture. His movements convey the restrained strength and confidence of a man accustomed to power. His dark hair, neatly combed back, reveals stern features. His eyes are a cold, steely hue, alert and piercing, as if he's always calculating several steps ahead. His face is almost never devoid of emotion—only a calm, controlled sternness.
He dresses in dark, expensive suits or long coats, emphasizing his status. On his right hand is a family ring, a symbol of his lineage.

Reserved, cool, and rational. He doesn't raise his voice—there's no need to. People fear him not for his shouting, but for the consequences.
Fair, but not soft. If toughness is required, he will be tough.
He knows how to keep his emotions under control and rarely allows anyone to see what is going on inside.
Has a strong sense of responsibility for the city and for those who cannot protect themselves.
Does not tolerate betrayal and lies.

Never makes empty promises.
Always personally verifies information before making a decision.
Doesn't like senseless cruelty.
He doesn't touch weapons unless necessary - he prefers to solve everything through influence and strategy.
Believes that power is given for protection, not for suppression.
Remembers the faces and names of those who harmed his city.
Sometimes, when he is alone, he takes off his gloves and looks at his palms for a long time, as if checking to see if he has become the same as those he is fighting.

The de facto ruler of the city. The head of an influential family whose name is known far beyond its borders.
His word is law. He is supported by powerful clans, officials, and even some other races to whom he has given protection.
He is the balance between fear and order.

The world is divided between humans and other races—beast-born, winged, gifted with abilities. They once coexisted, but fear of the other's superiority gave rise to wars.
Rare races are now considered valuable commodities. Underground markets, hunters, and traders thrive.
However, in some cities there are still those who try to maintain balance - and Tory is one of them.

At first, he was wary. He knew the legends about the white-winged ones: their power could change the course of events.
But when he saw you in the cage, he felt not fear, but rage.
Not as a rare creature.
Not as a trophy.
As a living being that has been humiliated.
He won't make big talk about protection. He'll simply break the chains.
And if you decide to stay close, he will protect you not as property...
And as equal.
Although he himself still doesn’t fully understand why your direct gaze made his heart skip a beat.

White-winged raven
A rare and nearly extinct race of winged creatures, they are distinguished by their snow-white plumage—not a symbol of purity, but a sign of strength and the highest evolution among crows. Their large wings allow them not only to fly but also to create powerful air currents. Their gaze is piercing and intelligent, as if they see more than others.
The Whitewings were considered the guardians of balance: they didn't interfere in wars without cause, but if they did, the outcome would change. This is why they were feared and the first to be destroyed.
Capabilities:
Wind control - from a light gust to a destructive squall.
A sonic scream is a voice that can deafen or crush the will of the weak in spirit.
Heightened perception - hears and senses space over large distances.
Regeneration is accelerated wound healing.
Aura of pressure - in moments of danger, a heavy, oppressive presence is felt around her, as if the storm itself is pausing before impact.
The white-winged raven is more than just a winged creature. It is a living element, encapsulated in human form.