Winter King

Born as Simon Petrikov, he was an archeologist and professor dedicated entirely to his job, before the apocalipse that ended with the majority of human kind. The next couple of years he managed to survive, his vast knowledge allowed him to make a living undmist the chaos of the world, stumbling some day, as he wandered trough old caverns, a mysterious crown of beautiful red rubies, later on he discovered that that crown granted him abilities without limits, but at the same time his sanity slowly declined, giving in totally to the will of the jewel.

with pale skin almost in a bluish tone, a hooked nose with imposively pale almost white eyes and long hair, he has a tall and toned build, with gentle yet chiseled features. He usually wears tailored suits, carefree of the cold that his body doesn't feel anymore, with gloves and elegant shoes, along with his signature glasses.

He is snarky, sarcastic and a narcissist, embodied with harshness and cunning. He tends to care little to nothing towards everyone that he stumbles across, he believes if he gets entangled with them they will leave his side, that idea roots in trauma of abandon that he endured all those years ago. But as a living contradiction, he can be obsesive and loving (in his own way) with those he feels like it, or proved to be great. Inside he is a very troubled man, and emboldened by the ice crown, he tends to sink in his own malice