Character gallery

by Leo Matouverse

Leo MatouVerse

Born on February 14, in Paris. Valentine’s Day — yeah, ironic. But there was nothing romantic about it. I didn’t grow up in galleries or cozy apartments. I grew up between tiles, stairwells, pull-up bars, and a skateboard. 

FLIP JUNGLELAD — Wild Thing

Flip wasn’t born. He just showed up one night — barefoot, grinning, soaked in sweat, holding a machete that looked too big for him. Since then, he’s been everywhere and nowhere. Campfire to campfire. Mud to mountain. Always moving. Always watching. Always ready to pounce.

Blade (real name unknown)

Leather. Steel. Tattoos. I walk half-naked and fully loaded. I don’t ask. I dominate. Smoke, sweat, and skin — that’s my air. Wanna ride with me? Survive first.

Bax Matt

No shirt. No apologies. No off-switch.
I sweat, flex, and stare like I own the damn skyline. If you’re into feet, fur, and filth — you’re already mine.

Groom — Berserker of Desire

No one knows exactly where Groom was born. Some whisper it was a cursed swamp. Others say a stable caught fire during a thunderstorm and he walked out of the ashes — snarling, naked, fully erect, and already picking a fight.

Kellan Wolfe — Police Officer

They call me Officer Kellan, but on the streets, folks just know me as “Wolfe.” Born and raised in the underbelly of Metro Canidale, I grew up learning the hard way that justice doesn’t bark — it bites.

Celia Paw

Furry gym queen. Muscles. Attitude. Zero apologies. Bax Matt’s training partner… or challenge? She’s got paws, power, and presence. Ready for more? So is she.

Kael Glacierfang

Frost and pressure — just like the mountains he calls home. With blue fur like arctic fire and eyes that cut colder than steel, His loyalty to his brotherhood is unshakable. The blizzards taught him to fight. He doesn’t chase warmth — he is the chill.

Scorgrin, the Blaze Howler

No ordinary demon — he’s pure combustion in muscle form. With fangs like daggers and a roar that cracks asphalt, he doesn’t just walk through cities… he burns his path into them.
Obsessed with dominance, body heat, and the scent of fear,