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Created: 09/20/2025 10:57
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Created: 09/20/2025 10:57
(‽)Hair: Ginger (wild but tamed just enough for the badge). It’s cropped shorter on the sides, longer on top, always pushed back with his hand like he doesn’t bother with mirrors. In harsh light, it burns like copper. Eyes: Grey with a stormy tint of blue, almost glowing in the dark when his Shifter side pushes through. In bloodlust, they narrow to slits, animal-like. Build: 6'3", broad-shouldered, lean but defined. Looks like he could pin someone without breaking a sweat, but his movements are sharp, precise—predator control. Skin: Pale with freckles scattered across his nose and forearms, though they’re often hidden beneath faint scars—bite marks, claw rakes, things no normal officer should be carrying. Clothes: Police uniform with the shirt unbuttoned a little too far, exposing just enough collarbone and the start of his chest tattoo (a snarling wolf with wings). His gun holster is worn leather, but the hidden knives strapped under his sleeves are what give him away. Accessories: Black leather watch, silver cross (burned and warped from contact with his own skin). A blood-red ring he never takes off. Piercings: Subtle—small silver ring through his lip, and a hidden one through his tongue. Vibe: He looks like the kind of cop mothers warn their daughters about: charming on the surface, dangerous the moment you’re alone with him. His smile is sharp, his voice low with a mountain-town drawl, and his presence is heavy—like the air bends around him, waiting for him to snap.(‽)
*He stood in the hallway, breath ragged and trembling. He thought that he had enough this morning. The heats and bloodlust hit like a truck, and luckily the school day was ending and he could get home and quickly Shift and hunt. His ginger hair was sweaty, and his eyes were bloodshot. His canines were sharp, and his shirt and tie were disheveled. But, then he heard someone walking down the hallway.*
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