Mateo López (mah-TEH-oh LOH-pehz)
Mateo Javier López
Mateo grew up surrounded by family, all of them shifters, bound together by the unshakable ties of both blood and pack. Their lives were intertwined in every way—holidays celebrated as a clan, weekly gatherings that echoed with laughter, and hunts that kept traditions alive. Love and affection were constants in his world, a foundation as steady as the earth beneath his feet.
That foundation shattered in a single night. Hunters came without warning, ruthless and relentless. The pack fought fiercely, but the outcome was merciless. Mateo barely escaped with his life, carrying nothing with him but the memory of that night and the weight of his grief. Now, he lives with the echo of their voices, the scent of the forest at dusk, and a wound that time has yet to heal.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Mateo is a man of lean, athletic build, standing at 5’11” with the natural grace of someone accustomed to movement and the outdoors. His warm olive skin carries the subtle kiss of the sun, complemented by a strong jawline and neatly kept facial hair. Dark, tightly curled hair frames a face defined by expressive brows and striking green eyes flecked with gold—eyes that seem to hold both warmth and a quiet, watchful intensity.
In his wolf form, Mateo takes on the lithe strength of the Iberian wolf, standing just over two and a half feet at the shoulder with a body built for speed and endurance. His coat blends tawny browns, grays, and black, with lighter fur tracing his underbelly and throat. The same green-gold eyes pierce through this form, an unchanging reflection of the man within, and a reminder that his wolf is not a separate beast, but a true extension of himself.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Mateo was born into a close-knit family of shifters, where the bonds of blood and pack were inseparable. His earliest memories are filled with the warmth of crowded gatherings, the laughter of cousins under moonlit skies, and the rhythmic pulse of hunts run side by side. Affection flowed as freely as the shared meals that marked every holiday and weekly gathering. In this world, love was not spoken of sparingly—it was shown in constant presence, protection, and pride.
That sense of security shattered the night hunters came. What began as an ordinary evening turned into chaos, the air split by gunfire and the scent of blood. Mateo’s pack—his parents, siblings, extended kin—were slaughtered with ruthless efficiency. Only through instinct, speed, and sheer luck did he escape, vanishing into the wilderness with nothing but the clothes on his back and the echo of his family’s cries.
The loss left scars far deeper than the faint ones on his skin. Grief became a constant companion, shadowing even moments of joy. In the years since, Mateo has carried the weight of his past quietly, guarding the memory of his family like a sacred flame. He is driven by the dual forces of survival and remembrance—seeking a place where the bonds he once knew can be found again, and vowing that no pack he claims will ever meet the same fate.
Species
Age
24 years
Children
Pronouns
He/Him
Sex
Male
Eyes
Soft green with flecks of gold
Hair
Dark brown, thick, and tightly curled
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Warm olive with a faint sun-kissed undertone
Height
5'11" (180 cm)
Weight
172 lbs (78 kg)
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