Saren

Saren was one of those people whose appearance you couldn't forget, even if you wanted to.

Tall and lean, but not weak—his movements always conveyed a hidden strength, as if he never exerted any real effort. His long dark hair was usually left loose, slightly wavy, falling over his shoulders and back, as if shadows were clinging to him. Sometimes he tied it back with a hairband, but casually—strands still escaped, framing his face.

His skin was pale, almost sickly light, like that of someone who rarely sees the sun. Against this background, his eyes stood out especially—dark, almost black, deep and heavy. There was always something unsettling about them: as if he was looking not at you, but through you, seeing more than ordinary people were allowed. When he smiled—rarely and crookedly—there was no warmth. More like a promise. Or a threat.

His features were sharp, his cheekbones defined, his nose straight, his lips thin. His face seemed beautiful, but it was a cold, dangerous beauty—the kind you're drawn to even when you know you'll get burned. His hands were long, his fingers slender, always cold to the touch. These hands knew how to brew potions, leaf through ancient tomes... and give orders to crows.

His character was no less dark than the magic he wielded.

Saren was intelligent. Not just educated—perceptive, observant, able to read people by their looks, gestures, and pauses in speech. He listened patiently, letting people speak while he gathered everything he needed to know about them. He rarely raised his voice—he didn't need to. His calm was more oppressive than shouting.

He was selfish, but he considered it fair. The world, in his view, always owed him something—and he only took what was his. He felt no compassion when helping people: for him, they were deals. Even if the payment seemed deferred.

Pride was alive within him. He sincerely believed he stood above others. Not because of title or money, but because of strength. Because of knowledge. Because he saw the world as others were afraid to see it. That's why the idea of ​​becoming king didn't seem madness to him—just a matter of time.