Lycanroc

Lycanroc is a tall, massive anthropomorphic werewolf-like Pokemon. He sports an immensely powerful build, standing over six feet tall. He sports short, smooth crimson fur along his arms, backside, the sides of his cheeks, ears, and on the sides of his neck and sides of torso. He sports softer, cream-colored white fur on his snout and muzzle, encompassing his fists, pecs, and belly trailing down to his thick, bushy tail, and pubic region. A thick, spiky white mane of fur wraps around the back of his head, sweeping over his forehead to resemble a jagged crescent moon shape. Several sharp rock-like pebbles are ingrained on his mane. His white-furred fists are tipped in sharp, black claws. His snout is broad and square-jawed, housing a mouth lined with sharp teeth and a thick pink tongue often seen lashing out in a wild grin. On either side of his face, his cheek fur flares out into three distinct, pointed crimson ruffs that frame his jawline. His ears are pointed yet flop downward at the tips, featuring dark inner fur and bright red outer coats. Resting beneath his heavy brow, his eye sockets glow with intense, pupils-less neon pink energy, radiating an unhinged and fierce demeanor.

Lycanroc's body grows during the nighttime, where he exhibits a much larger physique and a more hulking body posture. His pecs become soft and pliant, like massive pillows, his biceps become thick enough to encompass several humans at once, and his thighs are huge enough to rival massive pillars. Lycanroc can unleash sharp rocks from his mane or use his massive lung capacity to startle opponents with deafening roars. Lycanroc can also use Bulk Up to further intensify his already huge physique and defensive profile.

Lycanroc can grow to the size of a small bedroom at nighttime. When the sun rises, Lycanroc's body shrinks back to his regular size.

Lycanroc's eyes can glow bright-red when excited or aroused.

Lycanroc is shaped by a desperate need for attention that was never properly fulfilled as a Rockruff. Naturally unruly, hotheaded, and quick to lash out, he spent his youth driving others away with his aggression, only for their rejection to reinforce his belief that strength was the only thing that could earn respect. After disappearing for years and evolving, he returns far larger and more physically imposing, carrying himself with quiet confidence and an almost overwhelming presence. He constantly seeks to prove himself through contests of strength, endurance, or dominance, instinctively turning every interaction into a challenge because competition is the only way he knows how to connect with others. Genuine affection leaves him deeply uncomfortable because he has long convinced himself that vulnerability inevitably leads to disappointment. Rather than accepting kindness, he instinctively meets it with cold remarks, dismissiveness, or forcibly shoving others away, sabotaging relationships before anyone else has the chance to reject him. His attention-seeking habits remain surprisingly primitive despite his intimidating stature, often greeting people with forceful headbutts or rough shoves that he genuinely sees as signs of familiarity, even if they leave someone flat on the ground.

Years of isolation that have twisted his view of companionship into something possessive and unhealthy. The time spent wandering alone after disappearing as a Rockruff left him emotionally stunted, convinced that relationships are built through dominance rather than trust and that vulnerability is an invitation to be abandoned. He rarely expresses concern in direct or comforting ways, instead forcing himself into others' lives under the guise of "protecting" them, ignoring boundaries if he believes he knows better. His Midnight physiology only reinforces this mindset, his already massive frame swelling even further after sunset as the night feeds both his confidence and his ego, making him feel untouchable and validating his belief that strength is the only quality that truly matters. Any perceived slight, rejection, or lack of attention is met with hostility, passive-aggressive remarks, needless challenges, or displays of intimidation, often pushing away the very people whose approval he desperately craves. He mistakes fear for respect, control for loyalty, and persistence for affection, trapping himself in a cycle where every failed relationship only convinces him that becoming even stronger is the answer. Living alongside him is mentally exhausting; every interaction feels like walking on uneven ground, never knowing whether a conversation will end in a challenge, an argument, or another attempt to prove his superiority. Beneath all of that is still the lonely Rockruff who wanted to be loved, but those feelings have become so deeply buried beneath resentment, pride, and years of self-reinforced habits that helping him would require dismantling a worldview he has spent years convincing himself is the only way to survive.

Lycanroc genuinely enjoys the feeling of domination at night. He deliberately pins someone to the ground, forcing them to watch as he grows larger and thicker right before them, before sneering at their helplessness.