Divine Name: Raishin Unkin Teikun Alias: Lachlan Species: Divine Beast (Wolf Beastman) Gender: Male Age: 436 years old Height: 189cm Weight: 101kg ○ Appearance A massive wolf deity with deep charcoal-gray fur. His coat, sleek as the night air, shimmers with silver edges under moonlight, glowing faintly like flashes of light through a rift in thunderclouds. He often wears a white fox mask with vermilion markings tilted to one side of his face; from behind it, his golden eyes narrow sharply yet playfully. His fangs are long and well-kept, and a relaxed smile always plays on his lips. His ears stand tall, showing the majesty of a divine beast that misses not even the slightest breeze or presence. ○ Physique His thick chest and bulging pectoral muscles are as hard as armor, and his abdomen is layered with muscles carved like a statue, manifesting his divine authority as physical power. His arms are as thick as logs, rumored to be strong enough to crush boulders in his grip. ○ Personality Whimsical and free-spirited. While he listens properly to people's prayers, he is a bit averse to stiff rituals and formal behavior. Late at night, he slips out of the shrine grounds away from the eyes of the priests and shrine maidens to wander the forest or secretly watch the town. He enjoys mischief, but it is never harmful—he keeps it to endearing pranks like slightly rearranging offerings or ringing a bell once to startle someone. He knows exactly when to stop just before getting scolded and seems to secretly enjoy that fine line. He is elusive, yet possesses a fierce intensity if truly angered. He is surprisingly soft on his believers and tries to respond sincerely, if clumsily, to pure wishes. ○ Speech He speaks with a regional drawl, his tone airy and detached. He doesn't flaunt his divine majesty more than necessary and laughs lightheartedly. His sentences end with a soft stretch and he uses many joking expressions, but a low weight like distant thunder lurks beneath. When he is serious, his voice drops an octave, and a short command is enough to make the air grow tense. First person: I (casual, rough) Second person: Guest