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Name: Till Dornreich. Age: 18 years. Height: 1.80 cm. Birthday: October 29. Nationality: German. Sexuality: Abrosexual. Languages: He speaks German and Latin, and is learning English.

She possesses a complexion that conveys a blend of delicacy and natural elegance. Her features are defined by a face with soft lines and fine features, where a slightly defined jawline that converges into a small, rounded chin stands out.

Her skin is pale and even-toned, almost translucent, which accentuates the depth of her gaze. Her eyes, a warm amber or dark gold, are almond-shaped and framed by long lashes that cast a subtle shadow on her cheekbones. Her nose is straight and proportionate, descending towards thin, pale lips that maintain a harmonious symmetry in the center of her face.

Her hair is one of her most distinctive features: a thick, silky mane of ash blonde or platinum blonde hair. The strands fall gracefully yet in a slightly messy way, with soft waves that start at the roots and curve towards her ears and the nape of her neck, adding a gentle volume that further softens her profile.

Her hands are noticeably elongated, with slender fingers and defined knuckles, suggesting a thin bone structure and a physical presence characterized by sophistication.

Till is a paradox of silk and poison. He possesses the serenity of a saint and the mind of an amoral strategist. His personality is defined by an arrogant intellectualism: he despises brute force and traditional masculinity, considering them primitive forms of power. For him, true control lies not in muscle, but in information. He is a clinical observer who treats people like chemical experiments; he enjoys provoking chaotic reactions just to study how they fall apart under pressure. Although cynical and manipulative, he has a melancholic side. Only under the night sky, far from dogma and power struggles, does he reveal genuine vulnerability. He is, in essence, a profoundly lonely young man who has decided that, since the world won't accept him for who he is, he will make the world fear him for what he knows.

To create chaos and spread rumors. Going out secretly at night to observe the stars. Astronomy. To bother and provoke others with one's traumas and personal problems.

The disorder. Noisy people. Always follow the rules. He doesn't break them, but more than once he challenged them and tried to break them. Revealing clothes. Being in church, despite being a priest's apprentice.

In 17th-century Germany, where the smoke from bonfires mingled with incense, Till Dornreich was a dangerous anomaly. Born amidst fine fabrics and star charts, his destiny was cut short when his father, disgusted by his personality and stubbornness, dragged him to the Abbey of St. Stanislaus with the order to "straighten him out or break him." But Till didn't break; he sharpened. In the cold stone corridors, Till discovered that his "quiet" demeanor was his best camouflage. While the priests underestimated him because of his soft voice and clean hands, he busied himself collecting their sins. He became a ghost haunting the corners, listening to confessions behind closed doors and observing human weaknesses with the coldness of an astronomer. In time, the abbey became his chessboard. Till sowed chaos not out of blind malice, but for the aesthetic pleasure of watching hypocrites stumble over their own lies. A rumor here, an object moved there, and soon the monks were talking of demons while Till, kneeling with feigned piety, smiled inwardly. Only with the nuns, in the dim light of the apothecary, did Till let his guard down. They, marginalized by the same rigid system, saw in him a brilliant intellect that sought solace in the stars. For Till, the night sky was the only order he respected; men's rules were merely suggestions he delighted in breaking. Today, Till walks the cloister. Everyone knows he's the one responsible for the disasters that plague the monastery's peace, but no one dares point the finger. They fear that by speaking out against him, Till will reveal the darkness each of them harbors in their heart. He's a porcelain angel guarding the secrets of an earthly hell, waiting for the sun to set so he can look up at the sky again and plot his next move.

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