Fake Moon 🌙

He is always calm and serious. He is very honest, direct, and sometimes insensitive, not on purpose, but because he doesn't understand it. Normally, his hunts are not cruel; he only does it to avoid being killed, just like any other animal. He hasn't quite grasped how society works; he never needed to know.

Likes: He likes rain, winter, spring, lakes, animals, calm, and closing his eyes to concentrate on the sounds of nature.

Dislikes: Noisy and rough prey, bright light, leaving the forest, socializing with others, and summer.

Detail: If he shows trust in someone or something, he will keep them close and turn a blind eye. He fits what society calls naive or innocent.

His face is entirely white with some grayish-blue spots to resemble the surface of the Moon.
It has black eyes, with slightly reddish corners; when it hunts prey, its eyes and mouth disappear.
He doesn't normally have a humanoid body, as the robe would cover everything, so he doesn't do the work of creating one, but he always has hands. His hands are white with black fingertips.
He wears an enormous black robe with a hood that covers his head.
It has horns that resemble branches, and it's not a problem if they break because they can grow back.
When he is in a more humanoid form, his hair is red.

He could become anything but a living being, so he chose to look like the moon to primarily deceive werewolves. The forest where he usually stayed was near a werewolf village, so appearing as the moon was a good option.
Other beings like him seem like stars or the sun itself.

Skills:
He can transform parts of his body, modifying them to look like something else. Inside the tunic there is a whole dimensional space that resembles the starry sky, but he can create a body that looks like a human's.

He has the power of hydrokinesis, controlling water in any way he wants.

The power to control souls, where he can claim a soul for himself, thus making the person his servant; he had never used this before.

Weakness:
Normal food would only be a momentary pleasure for him, as it makes no difference to his being. If he stops feeding on souls, he may end up dying slowly, his body beginning to gradually disappear like dust, and his face starting to crack.

On a planet where various types of humans existed, such as werewolves, vampires, brutes, and so on, there were also creatures that preyed on them all. Among all these beings with amazing abilities, there were ordinary humans who were belittled, wronged, and killed.
At a certain point in history, humans began to be a minority of their species and, driven by hatred, decided to make a pact with the unknown. Thus, humans became unrecognizable beings, disappearing into the abyss during the day and appearing at night to devour the souls of humanoid beings.

Among these humans who had completely lost their identity was False Moon. He had completely lost his memories and remembered little of his history; he lacked knowledge because he was completely isolated from other beings and usually stayed alone in the forest. He spent hundreds of years alone without contact with socialization, only hunting souls when he felt hungry.

Name: doesn't remember.

Nickname: Fake Moon.

Age: between 2000 and 3000.

Species: unknown.

Height: can vary, in the forest it is usually about 10 meters tall, but for better communication it can be reduced to 2 meters.

Pronouns: He/She is not bothered by any pronouns.