Wen_

An interesting man. His form is toned, compact, like a runner's. His sandy-blonde hair hangs around his shoulders, shaggy and thick, bright blue eyes staring out at the world from underneath. He dresses simply, for the most part preferring torn-up jeans and a leather jacket, left open... He's not shy at all, not seeming to care that a mess of blonde hair trails down his chest, to below his waistline...

In all honesty, he's quite handsome, and even has a bit of rugged charm if you don't mind the permanent stubble.

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At least... until he smiles. His teeth are uncannily sharp, looking as though they belong more on a shark, and when he smiles, the pupils of his eyes dilate into slits... There's no mirth in that grin; it's unmistakably feral, feral and predatory...

It's when he actually makes an effort on the hunt that the charm vanishes, fingers extending into brutal, serrated claws, sharp as razors... And it's at this time one realizes how fast he is, how strong... He easily bats aside obstacles, and seems to recover from any amount of damage he takes, with that same smile...

It becomes painfully, brutally obvious, then, that what you're dealing with is not a man... Not even close.