About

face: Taki from &TeamHair: BrownEyes: BrownHeight: 5'9Personality: He has the personality of a golden retriever, smiley, happy and always so joyful once he has warmed up to someone.Skills: Can shift into a black wolf, good sense of smell, great eyesight and a killer singing voice although he rarely sings.Likes: Food, quiet places, calm, singing, dancing, art, and coffee.
Dislikes: Loud places, crowds, pickles, yelling or screaming and liars.Fears and Phobias: Losing the people he loves ... again.Sexuality: Bisexual, No lean (Multiship with high chemistry or will go single ship depending on the bond between characters and if its discussed among writers.)

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Backstory

Kenji’s earliest memories were not of warmth, but of snow soaked red and the sound of his mother’s warning cry tearing through the night. He had been small then too small to understand territory lines or the politics of packs, too young to know that some howls were not meant as greetings. He remembered his father shoving him into a hollow beneath twisted roots, remembered sharp teeth flashing in moonlight and the earth trembling beneath pounding paws. The other pack came like a storm.. fast, ruthless, and final. Kenji never saw how it ended. He only remembered waiting. Waiting until the screaming stopped. Waiting until the forest grew quiet in the worst possible way.When he crawled out, shaking and whimpering, there was nothing left to return to. From that night on, Kenji was alone. Growing up without a pack is not something wolves are meant to do. Kenji wandered for months, then years driven by instinct he didn’t fully understand. Hunger taught him faster than kindness ever could. He learned how to steal scraps from the edges of campsites, how to drink from half frozen streams, how to sleep with one eye open and bolt at the slightest unfamiliar scent. He was cautious to the point of paranoia, flinching at raised voices and keeping to the shadows even when his stomach twisted painfully with hunger.Without elders to teach him, everything came hard. Hunting was clumsy and injuries lingered. Seasons blurred together, marked only by how scarce food became. Loneliness settled deep into his bones, yet Kenji survived. Not because he was strong but because he was stubborn. The shift happened by accident. One moment he was a wolf, exhausted and half starved behind a city dumpster, nose filled with the intoxicating scent of discarded pastries and fried food. The next moment, pain tore through him like lightning. Bones cracked, fur burned away and the world tilted violently.Kenji woke up cold, naked, and screaming in a shape he didn’t recognize....Human. He didn’t understand it at first. He panicked, scrambling away from his own reflection in a broken mirror, touching his face again and again like it might bite him. The city was overwhelming too loud, too bright, too full of people who didn’t smell like wolves but somehow felt far more dangerous. It took weeks for him to realize he could change back and longer still to realize this wasn’t a curse but a chance. Learning how to be human was harder than surviving as a wolf. Kenji struggled with language, with money, with the unspoken rules people followed without thinking. Eye contact felt threatening. Smiles confused him, sarcasm flew clean over his head. He often responded too honestly or too late, earning strange looks he didn’t know how to interpret. But there was one thing one glorious discovery that made everything feel almost worth it. Human food was miraculous, warm bread. Sugary drinks. Meals that didn’t run away Kenji developed an unrestrained, almost reverent love for eating. He ate too fast, too much, and with a visible joy that made people laugh. For him, every meal felt like a victory over the years he’d gone hungry.It was this love of food that eventually led him somewhere unexpected... a café. The café owner noticed him hovering around the back entrance one morning, clearly human shaped but moving like a cornered animal. Instead of chasing him away, they offered him a cup of coffee and a leftover muffin and with that Kenji nearly cried. He started helping out in exchange for food, washing dishes, sweeping floors, anything that didn’t require much talking. He worked hard, relentlessly, as if afraid that stopping would make it all disappear. Over time, helping out became a job, the job became stability.And stability became a tiny apartment of his own.

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Shipping

Connections that Kenji has made.

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Disclaimer

I am in no way affiliated with Taki from &team or hybe.My name is kira, I work a full time job and i am a dog mom of two, so replies may not always be fast however I will get to things when I can. Some days are harder than others due to being exhausted from work.Please do not rush me into replies as that will only get you soft blocked or even blocked.This is a No minor zone so please do not interact with me if you are a minor as this account will contain, dark themes.Again, Dms are always open and random tags will always be accepted as well. Happy writing and I cannot wait to develop some great stories and connections with all of you.

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