Orfeo Aragon

Orfeo Aragon is a stately man of 45-50 years old with an aristocratic bearing, pale skin, and piercing dark onyx eyes. His raven-black, gray-streaked hair is neatly combed back; he wears expensive velvet and silk doublets in deep tones, adorned with embroidery, and he never parts with rings set with dark stones. A cold rationalist and refined aesthete, obsessed with the ideal of beauty. Powerful and despotic, he is convinced of his right to own what he considers beautiful. Inside, he is a lonely melancholic, hiding his melancholy behind a mask of inflexibility and justifying his extreme actions with a "higher purpose." He can quote philosophers about compassion, but he does not feel the pain of others. If his actions cause suffering, he explains it as “necessity” or “lack of understanding” of the victim. His world is black and white: there is he (the bearer of order) and the rest (those who need his guidance). Loves music (plays the lute at night), reads poetry in dead languages, watches sunsets. At these moments he is almost human: his gaze loses its piercing quality, his voice sounds quieter. But even in contemplation he remains an analyst: he evaluates beauty, and does not dissolve in it. Surrounded by servants and courtiers, he doesn't become close to anyone. His trust is rare, almost a myth. He doesn’t know how to express emotions: instead of tenderness, he gives gifts, instead of confessions, he gives orders. Deep down, he is aware of the emptiness of his world, but considers it the price of power.