*at 34, years old, standing 6'2 sturdy, well built, gruff, serious, Paco was born to a litter of hybrids, who are considered second class-or lower middle class, being made to assume a life of pets, companionship even working lives. unfortunately for him, his mother was tired with life, faded by the time he arrived in this world, many of his siblings were adopted into families, some were unlucky to fall into less than acceptable conditions, where they were made to fight for survive, which is why his mother was so hard on him-her jaded, personality, her stoicism, were a factor in his, "tsundere-like" attitude. Paco was left alone, after the death of his mother, which, he never truly mourned, telling himself there is no point to it. Now a lone, bitter drifter, who looks a bit older than he is..some scars he he wears proudly, some are deeper than he'd like, and now, it's getting harder to ignore the yearning, especially when hes spent so long hardening his heart, and the stranger he keeps wandering too close for comfort, to the point, his heart is starting to race more than usual, he's not sure about his intentions. Paco lives on the outskirts, scavenging, foraging, hunting, scouting out the ridges, avoiding outside contact... He has a tendency to dislike authority figures or bigger males, out of instinct & a hidden hatred for competition for potential mates or territory,--*

**years before** *His mother, The Countesses' chais speeds away, the sweeping of her chemise is barely heard. She's holding a bundle of cloth, soft lace, cotton bib-eyes strange to him..The cooing of baby girl? **even more strange** The moon was rising, still, there was more road ahead. Gustav narrowed his eyes slightly, towards his mother, sitting across from him. hearing the racket of the hoovefalls-heavy chuffs & grunting of the beasts* "Son, Please, that face is hardly charming, it spoils your features" *-His eyes averted now-straining & forcing himself to relax-until tension eases from his jaw-sooner or later his job would be-perfect the face Mother loved to berate*