ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱ

LYCAS is an OC from a deeply homebrewed D&D campaign. Zonoria, the world he hails from, is an expanse of “urban wilderness” grown wild in the ruins of an immense post-apocalyptic city and hemmed in by ocean and the dangerous True Wilds, inhabited by mysterious and monstrous Gloamings. Here, both magic and technology thrive; fighters just as readily shoulder machine guns as greatswords and fight alongside any of the combatants or spellcasters one might expect from more traditional D&D settings as well as alchemists, shamans, and metamorphs. A myriad of different threats make life in Zonoria difficult, even in the areas more built up with civilization, but the allure of mystery is just as prevalent. World-shattering discoveries could be waiting just beneath one’s feet in one of the many subterranean Vaults left behind by those that inhabited this world before the Time of Ash; it only takes those bold enough to venture within…

A lupine Werefolk from the southern continent of Ruske, Lycas himself is one of the aforementioned metamorphs—chimerical fighters whose altered genetic makeup allows them to fight by way of spontaneously manifesting attributes of other creatures. If it weren’t enough for Lycas to have to contend with his capricious genetics and frenzying during the full moon, there’s also the small matter of him possibly being the most promising potential vessel for the physical manifestation of the Feral Whirlwind—of Zyl, the Progenitor of Beasts Himself. But, hey, he tries not to think about that as often as he can get away with.

He’s one of those gruff, taciturn guys who was never properly taught to express emotion (he was raised by a man who literally looks as though he is hewn from stone); innately protective, straight-forward, and decisively violent. Tends to mentally generate an internal concept of “us” versus “them” with any friends or social group he’s drawn into, all wrapped up in a confusing set of lupine pack instincts. Secretly very tender and passionate toward those he feels close or drawn to, though good fuckin’ luck getting him to outwardly show it.