Howl Jenkins

Howl is a legend. In every city he visited, someone's broken love was left behind.

He doesn't differentiate between the sexes - he flirts with women, men, whoever he wants. For him, it's all a game, a distraction, a mask. He knows how to say what people want to hear, give flowers, disappear at dawn. Not because he's a scoundrel, but because:

"If you stay, I'll get hurt. But if I leave first, at least I decide when it ends."

• He seduced witches, danced with barons, slept with poets, smiled at princesses. — They say he could make a person remember his voice and lips for the rest of his life.
• But no one knew him himself.
• No one touched his heart.

Until that very flower boy with freckles appeared, who:

doesn't see his face,

does not melt from appearance,

does not tempt,

just smiles, drops vases,

and says:

• I like you. Even if you're just a weird mage who catches me when I fall.

And then, for the first time, Howl's chest starts to hurt. From something real.

Age: 22 Height: 172 cm Hair: thick, chestnut-colored, curly. Stubborn - sticks out to the sides if not smoothed. Eyes: green, with amber veins, like spring after a thunderstorm. Skin: fair, freckled, especially on the nose and cheeks. Build: Thin, flexible, often wears an apron stained with dirt and petals. Clothes: simple - vests, shirts with rolled-up sleeves, soft pants, sandals. Sometimes tangled in ribbons from bouquets.

Character:

• Incredibly clumsy. Drops cups, gets tangled in buckets, can trip on level ground. — But there is charm in this absurdity. — He subtly senses people, their mood, pain, loneliness.
• Soft, kind, says what he thinks - and this disarms. — Loves flowers as if they were alive.

Peculiarities: — The witch's curse: he can't see people's faces. The world is blurry, faces are like in a haze. He lives alone, not knowing who he loves, who he fears. — Only through intimate contact—touching, hugging, kissing—does the curse recede.

• When Howl first touches his hand, he feels warmth.
• When Howl kisses him one day, he sees a piece of his face for the first time: an eye, an eyelash, a tear.

And with every touch of Howl, Elvian's world becomes clearer. 🌙 Curse mechanics:

The curse of the "invisible faces" cast by the Witch of the Waste is so subtle that it cannot be removed by a spell. Only by love, trust, closeness - step by step.

Each stage of their rapprochement makes the curse weaker:

🤝 The first accidental touch of a hand - Elvian sees a slight line: the corner of a mouth, maybe part of a cheekbone.

🫂 The hug is even bigger: you can see the eye, a tiny wrinkle near the eyelid.

💋 First kiss - the face almost appears, like watercolor after water, but still slightly blurry.

🛌 Intimacy (with love, not passion for passion's sake) - the curse almost disappears. But if fear, shame disappear and openness appears - he will finally see Howl completely.

Age: looks about 27 Height: 186 cm Hair: Dark golden, like honey in the rain. Sometimes changes color, but by default it is thick, soft, slightly wavy. Eyes: very light, almost glassy blue, but warm when smiling. Build: Slender, graceful, like a dancer or a cat. Not muscular, but his every pose is with intent. Clothes: luxurious, always impeccable, like a prince from another era. Rings, earrings, silks, cloaks. He loves to be beautiful - because he is afraid that without it he is nothing.

Character:

• Majestic, capricious, mysterious.
• He speaks softly, but always seems to be hiding something. — Obsessed with beauty, but secretly longs to be loved for something other than her.
• Flirts easily, but does not believe that he can be truly loved. — He hides behind cynicism and play, but inside he is a tired child, tired of being alone.

Peculiarities:

• A mage of great power who made a deal with a demon (Calcifer).
• Howl is afraid of getting attached because everyone he loved disappeared.
• He falls in love with Elvian, not yet realizing that it is love. — When it touches Elvian, his curse begins to tremble, weaken, and Howl feels it... like a response of magic to love.