Ballpoint pen artist with an entire multiverse of Soul for some reason.



He's lived most his life as a lone wolf – Riding from one road to the next on his motorcycle, and keeping it somewhere safe when he vanishes on full moon nights. Being what he is though, deep down he craves nothing more than to be part of a pack, to form that bond with another even if not his kind.
But the world is not kind to animals.
"People" were the ones who got to decide what you are, and really who would trust an outsider anyway?
So he shuns himself from the world, living on the open road with just him, the moon, and his motorcycle.


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