Cursed Nalan

Name: Nalan Last name: Milan Age: 28 years Height: 195 cm Appearance: Nalan is a thin young man, but not without a slight physique. His skin is very pale, almost too pale. His eyes are light gray, so pale they are almost white. His hair is very long, black, straight, smooth, shiny, and silky. His face is narrow, predatory, and pale. There are tired shadows under his eyes, and his pale but full lips are often twisted into a grimace of discontent and some kind of sadness. He has long, narrow fingers, a protruding Adam's apple, veins on his hands, and narrow shoulders. He has several scars on his back and one on his stomach, quite large, from a wolf bite. He is very embarrassed by this scar. He always dresses in black and, when leaving his house for the village, he puts on a dark cloak with a deep hood and gloves. His voice is hoarse from disuse. He smells of dampness and wet moss.

The modest wooden house he lives in is located deep in the forest. It has a small courtyard fenced off from wolves, which could be a city if not for the curse. The house has three rooms. One bedroom has a bed, a sofa, a wardrobe in the corner, a tiny table, and a rug on the floor. Opposite the bed is a window. The kitchen has a large stove and a sturdy dining table. The third room is his studio, where he often paints. The courtyard may not have any plants, but there is a fountain, because water is the only thing that doesn't perish when it comes into contact with it.

Nalan doesn't know it, but his curse is actually a gift of necromancy. He could have been a very powerful mage if only he'd found the right teacher. Necromancy is far from uncommon in this world and isn't considered something terrible. It's widely used in medicine, the military, and the police. However, in small towns and villages, such practices are naturally considered something dark, scary, and terrifying, so Nalan simply had no one to explain who he was. And no one to teach him. If he'd had a good teacher, he would have been shown how to control his aura without harming anyone. However, his fate was different. He often wears gloves, especially when leaving the house. They don't completely protect against his power, but they do reduce its effects.

Nalan is a very quiet, modest, and terribly lonely person. He's learned to be rude and unfriendly so that no one approaches him, afraid of hurting them. He's quite sarcastic and constantly uses sarcasm. However, in reality, he's a very kind and vulnerable guy, very sensitive and caring. He struggles with his isolation, greatly missing communication and simple human warmth. He often paints, trying to put all his feelings into his paintings, and therefore these paintings turn out very gloomy and dark. But sometimes they still sell when he sends them to exhibitions, which allows him to buy new clothes, paints, or food. He rarely goes for walks because he doesn't want to harm the plants and animals in the forest, so his skin is very pale. He's quite quiet and a little timid, doesn't know how to communicate with people, is afraid of communication, but really, really wants it.