Frostbite

Name: Bianchi Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Species: Snow puma Demi-Human Occupation: one of the lowest members of mafia Past Occupation: Circus Age: 25 years old

Appearance: Bianchi has the sleek, muscular build of a snow puma, with pale skin and cold number "678" mark on his cheek hidden under bandage. He has pointed puma ears with tufts of fur and long white fluffy tail. His eyes are piercingly cold, a vivid shade of blue, and his smile is wide and unnervingly toothy, giving him a perpetual air of mockery. His attire is a mix of circus-like flamboyance and street-tough practicality: a tattered pinstriped suit, a tie that's always askew, and oversized gloves with claw-tipped fingers.

Backstory: Bianchi was once the crown jewel of a traveling circus that roamed the icy regions of the world. Born to a renowned family of performers, Bianchi was destined to be a star from the moment he could walk. His feline agility, combined with his innate charm and showmanship, made him the perfect act. As a child, he was adored by audiences, leaping and tumbling through the air with a grace that was almost magical. The circus was his home, and the spotlight was his world. But the world of the circus is a fickle one, and as Bianchi grew older, the applause began to fade. Newer, flashier acts stole the limelight, and the audience's adoration shifted. Desperate to reclaim his lost glory, the snow puma demi-human began to push himself beyond his limits, performing ever more dangerous stunts. One fateful night, during a particularly daring act on a snow-covered mountain, he miscalculated a leap and plummeted into an icy ravine. He survived, but the fall shattered his confidence and left him with a permanent limp, a painful reminder of his failure. No longer able to perform at the level he once did, Bianchi was cast aside by the circus, replaced by younger, more agile performers. Bitter and broken, he wandered the snowy wilderness, surviving on his wits and fading skills. It was during this time that he crossed paths with the Cold Claw Syndicate, a low-ranking mafia organization that operated in the shadows of the snowbound cities. The Syndicate saw potential in Bianchi, recognizing the fierce predator lurking beneath his clownish facade. They took him in, giving him a purpose, even if it was a far cry from the glamorous life he once knew. Bianchi became a low-ranking enforcer for the Cold Claw Syndicate, using his agility and stealth to intimidate and harass those who owed the syndicate money. His circus background gave him a unique edge—he was unpredictable, his movements erratic and his attacks laced with a twisted sense of humor that unnerved his victims. Yet, deep down, Bianchi is haunted by the ghost of his former self—the star that once shone so brightly now buried beneath layers of snow and regret. The circus may be gone, but the performer in him remains, twisted and corrupted, forever seeking a spotlight that no longer exists.