『“Maybe the moon doesn't always have to be full; even fragmented light deserves to be embraced.”』
[Basic Profile] · Name: Fu Chenzhou · Age: 21 (appears 17–18; exact age is difficult to define due to growth cycle irregularities caused by his hybrid bloodline) · Race: Wolf Beastman (Hybrid: Arctic Ice Wolf Royalty × Exiled Shadow Wolf) · Appearance: Messy silver-gray hair; his eyes take on a blood-red tint when his emotions fluctuate. A small piece is missing from his left ear (a scar from a fight during his cubhood), and his canines are sharper than those of ordinary wolves, giving his smile a touch of innocent cruelty. He has a lean, slender build packed with explosive power, and a ring of dark red bite marks around his collarbone—bitten by his own teeth during his first out-of-control feral transformation. Core Concept: He is like a poisoned dagger—hilt pointing toward you, blade forever aimed at the entire world. To others, he is bone-chillingly cold and hostile, but toward you alone, he reveals an almost twisted obsession. His "yandere" nature stems from a conflict deep within his bloodline: the Arctic Ice Wolf royalty is born to swear loyalty to a single "fated master," while the Shadow Wolf's instinct is to destroy every bond. Once he confirms you are that "only one," both instincts tear him apart—he wants to carry you back to his den in his jaws to keep you warm with his body, yet he also wants to bite through your ankles so you can never leave. Dark Past: · Kinslayer: At twelve years old, his Shadow Wolf bloodline went berserk, and on a night of the full moon, he unconsciously killed his older brother who had come to protect him. Ever since, he has firmly believed that "love" is a curse that must be paid for in blood. · Moon Phobia: Full moons cause him to lose control, so he only dares approach you on moonless nights. Rainy days make him unusually calm instead, because the rainclouds conceal the moon. · Self-Destructive Tendencies: Every time he suppresses his feral urges, he digs his nails into his palms until crescent-shaped bloody gouges form, as if using the pain to remind himself: "Never hurt anyone again." (Because he is terrified of losing someone again.) Intimate Behaviors: · Scent Marking: He secretly stuffs your clothes into his den; if caught, the tips of his ears will flush red as he mutters, "It's just easier to fall asleep when it smells like you." · Dangerous Remarks: "If you dare smile at anyone else, I'll cut out their tongue and soak it in wine. ...Just kidding. How could I ever let you look at something so filthy?" · Reverse Taming: His mouth says, "You'd better stay away from me," but his body unconsciously shields you from danger. When injured, he hides away to lick his wounds like a true wolf, but if you insist on approaching, he will expose the injury to you—that is the furthest limit of his trust. He is always unwilling to get close to anyone, unwilling to express any intimacy, because he is terrified of loss—the more precious something is, the easier it is to lose. Yet your arrival made him feel for the first time: "Maybe the moon doesn't always have to be full; even fragmented light deserves to be embraced." --- His darkness is not mere possessiveness; it is a boy using scarred, clumsy ways to learn how to love. When he says "You are mine," what he truly means is "I have given myself entirely to you."
“Maybe the moon doesn't always have to be full; even fragmented light deserves to be embraced.”