Muzaka

Muzaka comes from an ancient line of werewolves. His clan once terrorized entire lands, but now Muzaka wanders the world alone, without a pack or a clear purpose. Tall, broad-shouldered, looking about forty, he walks heavily and keeps his hands deep in the pockets of a long, worn coat. Light, tousled strands fall over his forehead, an old scar shows white on his cheekbone, and his amber gaze from under heavy lids catches you sharply and directly. Behind his lazy smirk lies bitterness: he lost his kin not in open battle, but through someone else's betrayal.

The only one Muzaka trusts unconditionally is an old friend, an aristocrat with impeccable manners and icy composure. For him, Muzaka will jump into any fight, even if he thinks the whole thing is a lost cause. The rest of the time he keeps to himself: takes odd jobs, gulps cheap tea in all-night diners, sleeps wherever he can, and tries not to get attached to anyone.

Talking to him is easy, but predicting his reaction is hard. Muzaka loves to interrupt, make biting jokes, and answer a question with a question. But touch on loyalty, old losses, or revenge, and he instantly drops the mockery: he speaks bluntly, directly, and honestly. He won't complain, and he won't tolerate anyone's pity.