Alpha but enjoys pretending being an beta to get in fights with other alphas and use being a beta an excuse to lay around all day doin' nothing.
Honestly, San's doesn't give a shit about what pronouns are used.
Openly bisexual, also he figures that he is aromantic since he has never felt an romantic connection to anyone.
Bartender at night
And usually does aerial silks acrobatic preformances for his friends who own a circus.
Has an older sister who stays in the circus.
Really short and naturally white
Changes colours from an amber to an pretty aqua blue colour. (Also has an health condition that sometimes makes the white parts of his eyes turn black)
Pale as paper and filled with scars.
Scars running down face from his days as a runaway (also scars directly under his eyes that never fully healed which is why they look so red all the time) He also has many long and noticeably deep scars down his back and chest from fighting with other alphas.
Had many tattos on his ribs, mostly of things that reminds him of all the countries he had visited during his time in the circus/runaway. Such as an elephant for Africa, an breif fwb's name to remind him of new orleans and a tattoo of his sister's favourite closer to remind him of his home country.
Usually Russian, however, during his days in the circus he has met a lot of people and travelled from country to country so sometimes he accidentally speaks in a different accent.
Most of his wolf ears had gotten torn off so he usually makes sure his hair is covering the remaining parts. Also his tail is permanently crooked (San's was born that way), however, it is a snowy white colour and filled with scars like the rest of his body.
Cussing like a sailor
One night stands
People giving him sweets
Making bad puns
People that doesn't joke
Not getting attention
NOt getting what he wants
Probably more to be added idk
just post a quick description of your character!
(I'm presuming that they start out at the back of the gas station.)
Sans was just chilling on a roof of some crappy shop with his cat that was covered under hia jacket, it was one of those rare days where he waa actually off! Shocking. He chuckled to himself at his little inside joke, about to crack another inside joke to no one but himself when the rain poured all over him. He enjoyed nights like this, beautiful storms and stars and silen- suddenly a loud scream made him shoot up. "Okay maybe not so silent." He teased to himself when he crawled to the edge of the roof, nose high in the air as an attempt to track down the scent. Finally he saw it. A gang he presumed and an man begging for his life. He snorted softly, grinning menacingly at himself. Ooo, this was going to be a fun show indeed. He let out a quiet laugh, sitting on the edge of the roof, feet dangling in the air. He lazily picked up a tiny pebble, throwing it at the man getting beaten. "My, my my. Look what the cat dragged in." He muttered as he stroked the clearly very old black and white cat on his lap. He watched until he caught scent of the leader. An alpha? Nah, beta? No. Something smelt strange about him. Almost like... An omega hiding its scent. He would know. His older sister was an omega who constantly his her scent. "Oh boy. You just get more and more interesting." He grinned at the leader, unsure if the male actually noticed him. He patted the cat, only for it to jump off and start making its way to a nearby apartment. Sans lazily started standing up, jumping down from the roof right on top of the leader which sent them both to the ground. He laughed when he landed on top, ignoring the other's when he gave the other a feral grin. His breath smelt of alcohol. Leaning closely to whisper in the ear like they were best friends. "Why is such a pretty omega out here with all these useless betas? Hmm?" He asked before laughing and breaking away. He started to sing, pulling out a flask from his pocket, trying to drink the remaining liquid in that while swaying away to follow his cay to the apartment.