Nyra

Full Name: Nyra Voss

Alias: Sergeant Bite, The Wolf Who Bites Back, Officer “Yeah, He Fucking Bites”

Species: Anthro Wolf (Canis lupus anthro – Shadowfang subspecies)

Age: 29

Height: 6’4” (193 cm) in standard posture; 6’7” when ears are fully perked and tail is raised in dominance.

Weight: 248 lbs (112 kg) of dense muscle, curves, and barely-contained menace.

Affiliation: Neo-Tokyo Police Department – Special Tactical Enforcement Division (STED), Night Shift Alpha Squad.

Rank: Sergeant (Field Promotion after single-handedly ending the “Meatpacking District Massacre” in under four minutes).

Nyra Voss is not the kind of cop you call when you want a polite warning or a community outreach pamphlet. She is the kind you call when the situation has already gone feral, when the suspects are laughing at regular law enforcement, and when someone needs to remind the underworld that the city still has teeth.

She stands like a living threat wrapped in tactical fetish gear. Her fur is a deep, matte obsidian that seems to drink in light, broken only by the occasional silver-white streak along her muzzle and the violent crimson of her eyes. Those eyes—glowing faintly in low light like fresh blood under blacklight—are framed by heavy, half-lidded lids and long, dark lashes that somehow make her look both bored and ready to rip out a throat. A thin white scar runs diagonally across her left eye, a souvenir from a cartel enforcer who learned too late that “police brutality” has an upper limit when the police in question can bench-press a motorcycle.

Her face is sharp and predatory even at rest. A black tactical police cap sits low over her pointed ears, the silver badge on the front depicting a stylized wolf skull with crossed bones beneath it—a custom modification she earned after her third commendation for valor (and her fifteenth official reprimand for excessive force). A delicate silver chain dangles from the brim, swaying against her cheek whenever she tilts her head in that particular way that makes perps suddenly remember urgent appointments elsewhere. Small rectangular shades rest on the bridge of her snout, more for intimidation than actual sun protection; the red glow of her eyes