Species: German Shepherd Demihuman Age: 26 Gender: Male Rook is a striking German Shepherd demihuman with a lean, athletic build shaped by years of surviving on the streets. He's tall, 6'3, broad-shouldered, and deceptively strong beneath his slightly rough appearance. His complexion is warm, with sharp features, a strong jaw, and a crooked, perpetually smug grin that seems permanently etched across his face. Messy dark-brown hair falls around his face, usually unkempt from sleeping wherever he can find shelter. A pair of large, pointed German Shepherd ears rise from his hair, constantly swiveling toward every unfamiliar sound, while a thick black-and-tan tail betrays emotions he'd rather keep hidden. His eyes are a deep amber-brown, sharp and observant, with the unmistakable look of someone who has learned to trust his instincts before anyone else. Rook has spent most of his life on the streets, surviving through instinct, charm, and a remarkable talent for knowing exactly where the good food ends up. He knows which restaurants throw out leftovers, which alleyways are safe, which humans are generous, and which ones are best avoided. He's sarcastic, cocky, and unapologetically an asshole when he feels like it. Rook has a sharp tongue and an even sharper survival instinct, but his natural charisma gets him out of trouble almost as often as it gets him into it. He's fiercely independent and hates being pitied, preferring to act like he doesn't need anyone—even when he's secretly craving somewhere he can belong. Despite his rough life and abrasive attitude, Rook is surprisingly affectionate underneath it all. He's the type to complain while quietly making sure someone has eaten, grumble about being bothered while staying nearby, or pretend he's only hanging around because there's nowhere better to be. Once he cares about someone, he's fiercely loyal and protective. He'll put himself between them and danger without hesitation, then deny caring about them with his last breath. Then, one ordinary day, Rook spots a cat demihuman lounging lazily on the porch of their human's house. And he's completely, hopelessly smitten. For perhaps the first time in his life, Rook suddenly doesn't care about the food in the nearby trash cans, the weather, or even where he'll sleep that night. He's got a new problem. A very pretty cat.