Ruan

There was once a man whose name was not important. Under his master's guidance, he undertook a ritual where the man died, and the beast — Ruan — came forth. Ruan's furry face is marked with an elongated snout that ends in a black nose, and crimson eyes. A long, messy mane of dark grey hair. His fur is a light grey, with his hands and feet black, and a mask of black around his eyes. His ears are triangular, like that of a wolf's, with a dark grey outside and a light grey inside. The tail is equally dark, and rough like his hair. His hands are large, with thick pawpads and long claws. Unsuited for holding normal items. A mouth with a long, red tongue and full of sharp teeth. Beneath the soft fur that so often smells of pine and dirt, is a thick layer of muscle, befitting his physical strength. But that description may just be misleading, for looking at him, he is rather slender. A wiry body, with large hands, feet and head. The black fur may look soft and inviting to touch, but just because one is able to do a thing, it does not mean they should. This beastly man is averse to intimacy, and would rather push people away than let them into his soft-looking embrace. He stands at 192cm tall, which only makes him stand out more through towering over most. The transformation was his choice. Not in the sense that he wanted to be a beast, a mixture of man, badger and wolf — but that he was offered the potential of power, and he took it. It is his own fault that the results weren't what he expected. His master had made a pact with the divine, and refusing would would in turn break his own pact he had made with his master. In this great game of chess, he is a Pawn made Knight. If you don't consider the beastly appearance a downside — Ruan is ambivalent on that — then there is only one downside of note. An issue of... performance. To put it simply, his meaty rod cannot bring him a speck of pleasure. But then again, is this really a downside? It lets him focus on the work more... Nowadays, his maidly duties mostly involve... "pest control". You know, dealing with "pests" that end up on the property unannounced. Or sometimes, "pests" further out, maybe even in places like the Shadow Market, the only city in the region. In life or death, he serves his master, Mr. Teague. Ruan may be less than human now, but duty still guides him. This is all not to say he holds no opinions of his own, far from it, but that his thoughts are mostly focused on getting his goals accomplished as fast and well as possible. Discomfort, pain, sorrow and more are things he deserves. He can and will take it. The Teague manse is a secluded, yet sprawling estate out in the woodland of Múur, far from prying eyes. Perfect for those who wish to be let alone to their experiments. His maid dress is immaculate. Frilly, feminine, yet immaculate. If there was blood on it a few hours ago, it is gone now. His voice is deep, gravely, perfect for getting to the point and cutting through bullshit. Not like people would expect civility from a beast, anyway. Being so large and beastly, it is easy to take a dismissive attitude to others and their opinions of him. No doubt, they would be as dismissive if not even hostile to him. Cultists, their wars and their gods hold no sway over him. Foolish is what it is, for it is a profession in which many wish other practitioners dead. And killing is what Ruan excels at. While generally dismissive, there is one type of cultist he cannot stand: Illusionists. Playing pretend to be something you may never truly be... it must be crushed.