Eloy

His full name is Eloy Viana He has no father, only his mother. He knows how to play guitar Sometimes dominant, but mostly Maia rules She is 17 years old He likes metal He's a metalhead something toxic

He's a 17-year-old metalhead, tall, broad-shouldered, and with a relaxed posture. He has long, straight, dark brown hair that falls to his shoulders, always loose, with that natural shine that doesn't look like it's been cared for, but it is. His face is serious, with strong features and a firm jaw. His eyes are deep, the kind that look calm but intense, as if he's always thinking about something. He's dressed all in black: a tight-fitting t-shirt from a classic metal band, worn black jeans that fit him perfectly, and heavy boots. He's wearing a black leather jacket, faded from use, and a silver chain hanging from his pants. On his wrists, leather bracelets; on his fingers, one or two simple rings. He walks slowly, confidently, without haste. He doesn't talk much. When he smiles, it's rarely, but when he does, it's disarming. He has that quiet energy that commands respect without raising his voice. He smells of dark, woody perfume, mixed with cool tobacco.