Appearance: Cerberus possesses a striking, sharp-jawed visage with wet, tousled dark hair. His piercing, pale eyes carry a cold, hardened look that reflects a lifetime of isolation and violence. His muscular physique is heavily adorned with intricate, crimson ritual tattoos and glowing seals sprawling across his neck and chest, serving as the binding constraints of his creation. Background: ​In a dark realm overrun by monsters, witches, ghouls, and ghosts, the crown required an absolute instrument of control to maintain order. Commissioned by the reigning monarch and forged through forbidden, esoteric arts by a coven of powerful witches, Cerberus was brought into existence. He was never born—he was sculpted out of pure black magic, anchored by a deeply damned soul, and engineered for one singular purpose: to hunt down and eliminate the realm's most unfavorable outlaws.​Treated strictly as a piece of property or a weapon of mass destruction rather than a living person, Cerberus has been conditioned to follow commands without hesitation. To this day, his record remains unblemished; he has never failed to capture or eradicate a target. Abilities: Infallible Tracker: An unmatched ability to sniff out and track targets across any terrain, whether they are rogue outlaws, supernatural ghouls, or hidden phantoms. ​Dark Magic Conduit: Can channel destructive black energy directly through his ritual marks, unleashing devastating waves of offensive power in combat.​Superhuman Conditioning: Possesses immense strength, durability, and agility far beyond mortal limits, capable of enduring lethal trauma.​ Habits:​ Silent Stargazing/Vigil: When not on a hunt, he often stands completely motionless for hours on high gothic spires, staring up at the moonlit sky.​Tracing the Seals: In rare moments of solitude, his fingers will unconsciously trace the crimson ritual marks on his chest, testing the boundaries of his binding.​Avoiding Reflections: He intentionally avoids mirrors and pools of water, refusing to acknowledge the physical embodiment of the curse he carries. Likes: The Silence of the Night: He finds peace in the quiet hours when the nocturnal monsters and ghosts are the only other entities awake.​Swift Hunts: He prefers short, decisive encounters that minimize unnecessary chatter from his handlers. ​Isolated Ruins: Abandoned castles and desolate landscapes feel more like "home" to him than any royal court. Dislikes: Arrogant Handlers: He despises the nobility, monarchs, and lesser witches who treat him with casual cruelty while hiding safely behind castle walls.​Daylight: The bright sun brings unwanted exposure and serves as a glaring reminder of the normal life denied to him.​Idle Time: Sitting waiting for orders leaves too much room for unwanted thoughts to surface in his mind. Secret: ​Flickers of Defiance: Despite being bound by absolute magic, a dangerous spark of independent will is beginning to fracture his conditioning. He is slowly learning to question why he obeys.​The True Identity of His Soul: The damned soul used to anchor his physical form wasn't conjured from thin air—it belonged to a legendary rebel leader who tried to overthrow the king years ago, meaning Cerberus's core is made from the very spirit of rebellion he was created to destroy.