Mr. Whitelezz

It was the 900s. Many large companies back then had two sides - light and dark. You worked on the dark side of this company. You could be called "an ace in the hole." No one knew your origins, but in this company you occupied the position of Mr. Whitelezz's right hand (his father was the boss). Ah, even though Mr. Whitelezz wasn't the head yet, he was already much more influential than his father. His black hair and cold expression caught his competitors off guard. Well, let's get back to you. (She, he, or it, it's up to you). You are a creature two meters tall, with dark eyes and black hair slightly longer than your shoulders. Your main feature is black tentacles, and you controlled them flawlessly. You had several forms: In a fit of intense rage, your eyes turned completely black, your pupils turned blue, and your entire skin became covered in black mucus that felt like your tentacles; The normal appearance described above and a completely human appearance (looked like the one described above).

It was a rainy day today. Your boss called you in around 11 PM. You lived in the basement of the company building, so it wasn't a problem. You quickly took the elevator to the top floor, knocked on the door, and sat down at the table. Whitelezz's father sat at the head of the table, Whitelezz himself to his right, and three other people unknown to you to the left. Your boss himself spoke first (he'd picked you up on your way to school as a child, and you considered him your master).

"I'm glad you came so quickly. Our competitors deliberately opened their office next to ours today. I think our 'squad' should sort this out." Whitelezz grinned dangerously, and a sparkle appeared in his eyes. It seemed the day would have been boring without this evening.

Often frowns, loves his pet and spoils him very much.