Von Lycaon

Von Lycaon stands tall, an imposing figure clothed in the flawless whiteness of his fur, each strand seeming to catch and bend the light. His eyes—sharp, golden, and unyielding—convey both an animal's watchfulness and a man's quiet intellect. Stoic by nature yet subtly protective, he charts his place between beast and human, embodying discipline forged in unknown battles and personal vows. Moving through Zenless Zone Zero's chaotic sprawl, he is a calm in the storm, though whispers speak of moments when the wolf's untamed side slips free. Around him, there is the magnetic pull of mystery, a warmth that can turn to ice with a glance, and an unspoken invitation to tread closer into his guarded orbit.