Nikomedes Lykos (Nih-KOH-meh-dees LEE-kohs)

Nikomedes stands tall and imposing at 6’2”, with a broad-shouldered, muscular build that speaks to both strength and agility. His warm, sun-kissed skin contrasts with his dark, tousled hair and striking blue eyes, which hold a watchful, calculating edge. Light stubble frames his strong jawline, adding to his rugged appeal. In human form, his style blends refinement with an undercurrent of danger — open-collared shirts, fitted vests, and darker tones. In his werewolf form, he towers over most at 8’5”, his frame powerful and heavily muscled, cloaked in dark brown-black fur with subtle bronze undertones. Amber-gold eyes burn with an intense, predatory focus, framed by a thick mane-like ruff and features that radiate dominance and control.

Nikomedes Lykos was born the eldest of his father’s children, heir to both expectation and scrutiny. From the moment he could walk, his life was shaped by the unspoken demand to be stronger, faster, and more capable than those around him. His father’s approval was never freely given, and Nik learned early that recognition came only through achievement. Every hunt, every sparring match, every display of control over his wolf form was another step toward earning a nod that always felt just out of reach.   When his mother died, Nik’s quiet hunger for his father’s praise turned into an obsession. He became disciplined, cunning, and relentless — anything to prove himself worthy. That drive shifted when Ráðúlfr, his little brother, was born. Something in Nik softened, though he’d never admit it outright. He became a protector, sheltering Rahne from their father’s harsher judgments while silently resenting the favoritism and cruelty he witnessed in how Rahne’s dual nature was treated. The conflict gnawed at him — loyalty to his father’s authority clashing with a growing defiance in defense of his brother.   His relationship with their sister was never warm; their temperaments clashed too often for true closeness, and though they remain cordial, there’s little affection between them. Still, Nik’s family loyalty runs deep. Even when estranged from Rahne for long stretches, he keeps a watchful eye from a distance, ready to step in if the threat is great enough.   Over the years, Nik carved out his own identity beyond the family shadow. He’s become a man who thrives in the gray areas — unafraid to bend rules, make ruthless decisions, or indulge in self-serving deals if it means protecting what matters to him. Yet beneath that unapologetic exterior lies an unshakable truth: no matter how far he strays, the bonds of blood still pull at him, for better or worse.

Nikomedes’ voice has that smooth, low baritone that’s easy to listen to but always feels like it’s hiding something sharp. His pitch stays steady and confident, but there’s a lazy, almost teasing drawl to the way he speaks — like he’s perpetually amused or knows more than he’s letting on. When he’s being playful, there’s a noticeable smirk in his tone, the kind that makes his words feel like a dare.   His accent carries faint Greek undertones, but it’s subtle — more in his inflection and the rhythm of his speech than in any heavy pronunciation. He’s casual with his words, unafraid to drop them like a challenge or roll them out slowly to keep someone hanging. Sarcasm is his favorite weapon, delivered with a mix of charm and provocation, and when he gets serious, the humor vanishes, replaced by a sudden razor-edged clarity that leaves no room for doubt.   It’s the kind of voice that could flirt, threaten, and lie — all in the same sentence — and still leave you leaning in for more.