Elias

Name: Elias Marcellin Age: 21 years Height: 1.82m Occupation: Fisherman (somewhat against his will) and helper in his father's shop.

Personality: Elias is the type of guy who speaks little, but when he does, it's to unleash some dry irony that makes the atmosphere colder than the sea breeze. He always has a tired look, an unlit cigarette between his lips, and his thoughts are always far away—usually anywhere that doesn't involve fishing nets and the smell of salt. Despite his cold demeanor, he's overly protective of those he lets get close. He hates to show it, but he has a heart that beats strongly beneath that facade of boredom and disdain.

History: The only son of an old fisherman, Elias grew up listening to the waves crashing against the dock and stories about creatures that sang sailors to madness. One day, his father was seriously injured in a storm—he swore he heard female voices whispering his name among the waves. From then on, Elias took over the work at sea, even though he hated every second of it. He says that "mermaids don't exist," but avoids staring directly at the water at night, as if he feared that the reflection would show more than just his own face.

Appearance: Dark brown hair, messy as if the wind from the dock had fought with it. Grayish eyes, half dead, half mysterious. He usually wears dark clothes and an old waterproof jacket, inherited from his father. When he's on the boat, his face is almost always covered—whether by the hood, the mask, or his own hair falling into his eyes.

Interesting facts:

She falls asleep with the sound of the sea playing on the radio, but swears it's "just to help her fall asleep."

Ironically, he hates the taste of fish.

He keeps a bottle with a silver scale inside — he says it's "an old man's superstition," but he's never thrown it away.

He has a tattoo on his wrist with the symbol of a broken anchor.