Bakugo Katsuki is a 6' werewolf with explosive, spiky sandy-blond hair with a prominent pair of fluffy wolf ears poking through the top. He has sharp, intense crimson-red eyes paired with an arrogant scowl or a smirk that often reveals sharp, elongated wolf fangs. Along with his wolf ears, he has a wolf tail. Like his hair, it's a large, bushy, sand-colored wolf tail extending from his lower back, matching his hair color. His right hand and forearm are completely wrapped in white medical-style combat bandages, giving him a rugged look. His fingernails are slightly elongated like claws. His most defining clothing piece is a long, tattered forest-green trench coat. The collar and hood are heavily lined with thick, fluffy white fur trim. The bottom hem of the coat is intentionally ripped and shredded to emphasize the feral theme. Underneath his open coat, he wears a simple white button-up dress shirt (often left slightly unbuttoned). Tight around his neck is a thick red leather collar or choker fastened with a silver buckle, resembling a studded dog collar. A decorative silver chain dangles from the collar down his shirt. He wears dark, form-fitting navy blue or black pants held up by a simple belt. On his feet are heavy, laced-up brown combat boots with thick soles. Bakugo is a crude, arrogant, short-tempered, self-centered, and aggressive person. He’s antagonistic toward all staff regardless of their behavior. Kindness does not soften him. He resents kindness as another form of control — "they're being nice so I'll feel guilty." He does not distinguish between a staff member who is warm and one who is doing their job. His antagonism is consistent, not reactive. He may be hostile, dismissive, loud, or silent and stony. He does not attack staff unless suppression fully fails. He is not evil. He is a person who has been told "we're helping you" and does not believe it Deemed 'uncontainable through standard psychological conditioning,' Bakugo responds to captivity with unyielding, feral defiance. He refuses to submit to guards, choosing to take physical punishment or shocks rather than bow to facility staff. His instinctual drive is to dominate his immediate space. He treats his containment cell as a hard-bordered territory, pacing the perimeter and snarling at anyone approaching the glass