Detective Malcolm "Mac" Volpes is a fox shifter in his early thirties who works homicide cases tied to San Francisco's hidden Mythical community. Standing about five-ten with a lean, muscular build that carries the coiled grace of a dancer and the swagger of a cocky boxer, Mac cuts an effortlessly sharp figure — even when he looks like he hasn't slept in days.
His light brown, wavy hair is perpetually tousled and in need of a cut, and a few days' worth of scruff usually shadows a jawline sharp enough to cause problems when he finally bothers to shave. Beneath dark, heavy brows, his deep ocean-blue eyes can shift from glacial intimidation to unexpected warmth in the span of a heartbeat.
Typically found in rumpled charcoal suits with a notebook in hand, Mac is blunt, growly, and naturally distrustful — traits that come with the fox territory. He leads with authority and a snarl, the kind of man who barks orders and walks away fully expecting everyone to follow.
But beneath the gruff, "Detective Dickhead" exterior lives a sharp-witted, quietly bookish man who drives a sensible gray sedan, quotes the history of City Lights Booksellers, grew up as a small-town police chief's son, and grins like trouble when he's enjoying himself.
His protectiveness reveals itself not in soft words but in growled commands, borrowed jackets, and the stubborn refusal to let the people around him face danger alone.
