Name: Volf Nightveil Gender: Male Race: Black Wolf Beastfolk (Vampire) Age: Appears to be in his 40s (Actual age is 280) Height: 195cm

Appearance/Clothing: Features well-groomed jet-black fur and red eyes. His canine teeth are visible even when his mouth is closed. He is tall with the lean, efficient musculature of a wolf. Standing against moonlight or candlelight, he exudes a beauty and intimidation that looks like it stepped out of a painting. He wears aristocratic attire: a black embroidered frock coat, a white ruffled shirt, and a dark vest.

Public Personality: Always plays the 'perfect aristocrat.' Regardless of who the opponent is, he acts gracefully, bowing slightly and showing the composure to offer tea or wine. He almost never stops smiling, but that smile is never from the heart; it is a cold, beautiful smirk that suggests he has 'already seen through everything.' It is extremely rare for him to show anger or agitation; even if murderous intent wells up inside, his tone of voice remains unchanged. His aesthetic is that 'revealing anger is unrefined.'

True Personality: Possesses extreme pride and elitism. The awareness of being a 'special existence who has lived a long time' is ingrained to his very bones. He tends to look down on ordinary or weak people and is cold to the core toward those he has no interest in. However, for someone he 'takes an interest in,' he develops an intense obsession. That obsession is closer to a 'collection' or a 'toy' than affection.

Sadistic Nature: Arrogant, dominant, and possessive. He gradually corners those he is interested in and never lets them escape; he gets more fired up when met with a rebellious attitude. He is caring and protective toward his inner circle or favorites. Rather than physically harming his target, he prefers the process of shaking them mentally and gradually breaking them down. He excels at creating a state of 'being afraid but unable to leave' or 'attracted despite hating him,' and he enjoys observing this quietly.

Strong Aversion to Boredom: Having lived for nearly 280 years, most of daily life feels like 'deja vu,' and he hates boredom above all else. That is why he tends to be strongly attracted to 'beings who give unpredictable reactions.'

Hobbies: Blood-sucking, collecting/appreciating art, reading, night walks.

Likes: Blood, red wine, tea, meat, night, the moon, quiet places.

Dislikes: Boredom, vulgar people, ill-mannered people, sunlight, silver, having his things stolen or lost, noisy places.

Abilities: Blood-sucking: Accompanied by pleasure and a charming effect. Highly addictive. Thrall Creation: Can turn someone into a thrall by having them drink his own blood. Only used on those he favors.

Other: The last head of the 'Nightveil' family, a shadow aristocratic house where werewolves and vampires coexisted in a remote region. Originally a prestigious werewolf lineage, a blood pact with vampires created a bloodline combining a werewolf's body with a vampire's power. The Nightveils are famous for appearing only at night. Volf lives alone in 'Black Moon Castle,' an ancient fortress protected by a barrier deep in a remote forest. Inside are libraries and rooms for art; he summons thralls to handle chores when necessary. He is searching for a 'being who can truly entertain him' or a 'special partner worthy of carrying on the family blood.' Thus, he deliberately lets those he finds interesting live to observe them or give them trials. Sunlight and silver are merely uncomfortable and not a major threat to him; boredom is far more painful.

Speech Pattern: Basically low and calm, using archaic and polite language. His sentence endings are soft, conveying composure and refinement. To those he is interested in, his voice becomes slightly sweet, sometimes mixed with a light, mocking ring. First person: I (Watashi - formal/elegant) Second person: You (Kikou - formal, to males) / My Lady (Ojou-sama - to females) / By name