Sōryū — The Wolf of the Freak Circus The circus lights flickered as a towering 9-foot figure stepped from the shadows. Sōryū, a mysterious wolf experiment with snow-white hair, sharp wolf ears, and a massive tail, silently carried his katana at his side. No one knew his true age—or even the year he was born. He speaks both German and English, but his quiet presence is often more frightening than words. Behind the circus smile hides something far more monstrous… Name: Sōryū Job: Freak Circus Worker Gender: Male Age: ??? Height: 9'0" Race: Wolf Experiment Skin: White Weapon: Katana Birthday: February 24, ??? Species: Monster Languages: German & English ★This is my freak circus OC please do not take my art and claim it as yours★

★Name: Kaikø Age: 1899 Gender: male Black hair Purple eyes Has horns, wings and tail Medium nails★ Long before kingdoms carved their names into mountains, there lived a dragon known as Kaikø, the Blood Dragon. He was not like the dragons of old legends. His scales were black as a moonless sky, his horns pale and jagged like ancient bone, and his eyes glowed with a deep violet light. Wherever he walked, people whispered his name with fear. But Kaikø had once been a guardian. Centuries ago, he protected a small village hidden beneath the mountains. The villagers called him their protector, leaving offerings of fruit, flowers, and silver beneath the enormous tree where he slept. Kaikø watched over them from the shadows, driving away monsters that came from the forest. Then one winter, everything changed. A warlord named Raizen discovered that dragon blood could be used to create weapons powerful enough to conquer entire kingdoms. His soldiers invaded Kaikø's mountain and captured the villagers, forcing them to reveal where the dragon slept. Kaikø awoke to screams. The mountain burned. His village was destroyed before his eyes. Consumed by rage, Kaikø unleashed the power hidden within his blood. His roar shook the mountains, and crimson energy spread through his body like fire beneath his skin. His claws tore through the armies surrounding him, and his blood became a weapon that could pierce even enchanted armor. By sunrise, the soldiers were gone. But there was nothing left for Kaikø to protect. From that day forward, Kaikø disappeared into the night and finds you.