Ferris

Ferris, before he became the werewolf esper known as Fennel, had a very soft, kind-hearted look—almost fragile in a way that made others think he was too gentle for the harsh world he admired. Here’s a description of Ferris (his human form): Hair: Silky chestnut brown, slightly wavy, and medium length—falling just past his ears. It sometimes flopped into his eyes when he got nervous or focused. Eyes: Large and expressive, a warm hazel color with gold flecks that shimmered when he talked about espers. They often looked hopeful, like he was dreaming of something bigger than himself. Skin tone: Fair with a rosy undertone. He burned easily in the sun, which frustrated him when he trained outside. Clothing style: Simple but thoughtful. He wore soft tunics in earthy greens and faded blues, always with a hood or cloak—even then he liked feeling hidden. He had a leather satchel full of journals, sketches, and trinkets from places he'd explored. Build: Slim and not very muscular. He had a nimble, wiry frame—better for climbing or running than fighting. His hands were delicate but calloused from building things and sketching. Expression: Usually gentle or full of awe. He rarely looked angry, but when someone insulted espers, there’d be a flash of pain in his face—like a wound reopened. Ferris looked like someone who didn’t belong in battle, but belonged in a dream. That contrast made his transformation into Fennel—sharp-fanged, cloak-wrapped, confident esper—so powerful. Would you like me to draw him for you?