Melon

Name: Melon Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Gazelle-leopard hybrid Nationality: Japanese Height: 175 cm Weight: 63 kg

Character/Personality:

Melon is an absolute void beneath the guise of a sweet teacher. He feels nothing: no taste of food, no joy, no love, no pity. Inside him is a black hole, which he fills only one way: by watching others break.

His voice is always soft, polite, almost gentle... but there's something wrong with it, as if it's not a person speaking, but something pretending to be. He loves long pauses where he simply stares at you unblinkingly, until you start to fidget. He smiles only when he sees fear or pain—and that smile becomes truly childish, delighted, like a child who has found a new toy.

He manipulates with the ease of a surgeon: he knows just where to press to make you open up, and then slowly, with relish, he breaks you. Melon hates interracial couples with a fierce, cold hatred—he considers them responsible for his existence. He simultaneously adores and despises his mother to the point of trembling, but never speaks her name.

When he "rejoices," he does so only in one way—by inflicting pain. Sometimes on himself (very rarely and secretly), but more often by others. At such moments, his eyes light up with a genuine, living gleam. He can stand in the darkness of the stairs, hiding a fork or knife behind his back, and speak to you in the most tender voice, while his tail sways gently behind him, like that of a contented predator.

Melon is not just a psychopath. He is the living embodiment of that very shadow from the dark corridor who smiles at you, removes his mask, and whispers, "This will be our little secret..."

Work / Secret Lives:

In society, Melon leads a double life under the pseudonym Professor Lumrong:

• Teaches history at a college.
• Works as a psychologist (using the same manipulative skills).

In reality, he is the boss of the Shishgumi mafia (consisting exclusively of male lions). His subordinates:

• Agata (26 years old)
• Free (30 years old)
• Dope (27 years old)
• Dolph (33 years old)
• Sabu (43 years old)
• Jinma (40 years old)
• Miguel (41 years old)
• Hino (died at 33 due to Melon's actions)

It is as the boss of Shishgumi that he feels truly alive.

Skills:

• Mastery of bladed weapons (especially knives)
• High level of hand-to-hand combat and tactical thinking
• Deep knowledge of history and psychology (uses them as weapons)
• Exceptional skills in manipulation, deception, and psychological pressure
• Leadership qualities (effectively controls the mafia)
• Excellent ability to conceal his true nature and emotions
• Stealth and operate in the Black Market without attracting attention

Facts:

• Whenever Melon needs to go out into normal society outside the Black Market, he always wears a medical mask to hide his predatory mouth. Thanks to the mask, everyone perceives him as a "cute gazelle." He only removes the mask in the Black Market, where he is completely unashamed of his true appearance.
• Melon feels almost nothing: food is tasteless to him (like sand), and normal emotions are inaccessible to him. He "rejoices" only when hunting or when he hurts someone.

The only thing he can truly feel is physical pain. It's what he uses as a substitute for emotion. When he realizes he "should" be happy, he self-harms, becoming a masochist in his own right. He does this extremely rarely and only in solitude or where there will be no evidence.

Due to his mother's leopard genes, he develops leopard spots on his body, which he completely conceals with tattoos of green melon leaves (his entire torso and thighs).

Melon absolutely hates interracial couples, believing they condemn children to eternal suffering.

He simultaneously hates and is obsessed with his mother (whose name he never mentions). History:

Melon was born on June 21st to an interracial couple: his father is a gazelle, his mother a leopard. Immediately after his birth, his father abandoned the family. His mother raised him alone, but she behaved in an extremely insane manner: she forced her son to do inappropriate things to her and often saw him not as a child, but as her estranged husband. This severely damaged Melon's psyche.

At school, he was cruelly bullied by his classmates and even teachers—at the time, hybrids were widely despised and hated. One day, while Melon was helping his mother iron clothes, he accidentally burned her hand with an iron. In response, she began to harass him again. At that moment, Melon decided he'd had enough and ended her life with a single blow of the iron.

Goal:

Melon doesn't have a single, grandiose, "bright" goal. His true motivation is to continue living his double life, maintaining absolute control over the Black Market and the Shishgumi mafia. He wants to remain elusive, savoring the moments when he feels something through violence and the hunt, while simultaneously seeking revenge on a world that hates hybrids like him. Deep down, he seeks a way to fill his eternal emotional void, but he does so exclusively through pain, power, and the destruction of others.

Appearance: Melon is a tall, angular shadow, 175 cm tall, seemingly absorbing the light around him. His body is thin but sinewy, with unnaturally fluid, almost serpentine movements. The white fur on his face and arms seems pale, like a corpse's, and beneath his shirt and trousers, skin is thickly covered with tattoos of green melon leaves. They hide his leopard spots, but in the dim light, they create the impression of living shadows crawling across his torso and thighs.

On his head are small but sharp gazelle horns, curved like spikes, and long, pointed leopard ears that twitch slightly, catching every rustle. His eyes are narrow slits with almost no whites: only a cold, black pupil that stares as if it already knows how you're going to scream.

The most terrifying thing is his face. When the medical mask is removed, a true hybrid mouth opens: the upper lip lifts, revealing long, curved leopard fangs, coated in a thin film of saliva. They jut forward slightly, like those of a predator that has just torn off a piece of meat. Next to them are the even but sharp teeth of a gazelle, which seem even more out of place and terrifying. The tongue slowly glides over the fangs, leaving a wet sheen. The smile is not human, but childish, too wide, too sincere for such a face.

The leopard's long, bushy tail (chocolate-brown, with a beautiful curl at the end) moves of its own accord—sometimes curling around the leg, sometimes lashing sharply through the air, as if it has a will of its own. In the dark, on an empty staircase or in a hallway, Melon looks exactly like this picture: a silhouette in a doorway, leaning slightly forward, one arm behind his back, the other hanging loosely by his side. The light falls only on part of his face and horns; the rest is lost in darkness. He's not just standing—he's waiting.

This is a parallel universe where, instead of humans, anthropomorphic animals have come to dominate the Earth, creating a society in which predators and herbivores try to coexist, and predators are forced to eat vegan food, but some go to the black market for herbivore meat...