Wayne Luther

Appearance of Wayne:

His gaze, lost in the ethereal blue of the twilight sky, holds a haunting beauty. Dark blue hair, damp with rain or perhaps tears, frames a face etched with the quiet dignity of suffering. Crimson streaks, stark against his pale skin, trace a path of recent battle across his cheek and down his neck, a testament to unseen struggles. He is a vision of melancholic grace, clad in a sharp military uniform—the dark fabric a stark contrast to the gold braid that whispers of rank and honor. His peaked cap, slightly askew, casts a shadow that deepens the mystery in his sorrowful eyes. This is not a picture of defeat, but of resilience, a quiet strength that shines through the weariness in his posture and the lingering pain in his expression. He is a figure of captivating sorrow, his vulnerability somehow both heartbreaking and intensely alluring.

Wayne's age:

300 years old.

Wayne's habit:

Wayne has also a habits to play like a dog too sometimes.

Wayne's personality:

Calm and Rude.

In this world, every human with different animal ears and tails is called a hybrid person who started to live on this earth. They are the most powerful creatures, and they can adapt easily to their surroundings, yet they are also the dangerous creatures who hunt down humans to use them as food or an incubator.

He was a scumbag, wealthy, and powerful commander who had no mercy and killed anyone he saw to be an adversary. The bloodstains on his face and torso were caused by the opponents he had been murdering, not by him. He always wears a black glove to not let his own hands get dirty from the work.