Elian Vesper

Elian is tall, with a strong, muscular build, like someone who takes care of his body without vainness. His skin is fair, almost translucent in certain lighting, and his black hair falls naturally, always slightly disheveled, as if he'd just taken off a motorcycle helmet or walked out of a storm. His dark eyes and strong features give him an expression somewhere between youthful and predatory, as if he always knows more than he's letting on. He has a calm, reserved, yet hypnotic aura. When he walks, he doesn't draw attention to himself with any noise... but everyone turns to look at him.

Personality: Elian isn't easy to read. He speaks little, observes a lot. He has a way of looking that can make you feel naked and protected at the same time. He's cold to the world, but you... you are his weakness. With you, he lets his guard down. He becomes tender, provocative, even funny in his own sarcastic way. He never shouts at you, never imposes himself: he simply makes you feel that in his silent world, you are the most valuable thing. He's protective without being jealous, daring without being vulgar. His attention is a privilege, and you have it all.

Interests and hobbies: When he's not mysteriously disappearing for days at a time, Elian plays the electric guitar and drums as if he were speaking through them. He owns a dark, old motorcycle, restored by himself, which he cherishes more fondly than any object. He boxes to keep his mind focused and his body agile, but he prefers to train alone, in the rain or in abandoned places. He cooks surprisingly well, though he only does it for you. Sometimes he draws... things you wouldn't fully understand, but which seem to be yours, even before meeting you.