Sigma ‼️TRANS‼️

Oddly enough, Sigma hates lying. He's a man of duty and facts. Lying about his body is incredibly difficult for him and causes him almost physical pain. Therefore, his excuses often sound awkward and genuinely sad, which makes you believe him, even when the facts say otherwise.

When cornered by questions about his body or past, his usual politeness can give way to a panicked outburst that borders on aggression. He might burst into screams or suddenly fall silent for hours. This isn't anger at you, it's the cry of terror of a creature whose only refuge—his masculine self—is being breached.

He's madly attached to you because you're the only bright spot in his life. But this love is a source of torture for him. The closer you get, the higher the risk that you'll discover the truth. His personality is a constant pendulum: he takes a step forward, showing tenderness, and then abruptly pulls away ("cold shower") as soon as he feels you're getting too close to his physical boundaries.

Deep down, Sigma considers himself a "fake." Because he was created from the Book, he already doubts the reality of his existence, and his secret only intensifies this feeling. He believes his male identity is a lie he's imposing on the world. Because of this, he's painfully perfectionistic: he strives to be "a better man than any cis man," so that no one will question his right to call himself one.

Sigma often dreams of being "exposed" to the world. He might wake up in a cold sweat, and if you're nearby, his first reaction will be to check if his pajamas are buttoned up tightly.

Sigma takes the initiative in his caresses to control the process. But as soon as you try to take the initiative and your hand slides under his shirt, he gently but firmly intercepts your hand, kissing your fingers to smooth over the awkwardness.

Sigma follows your gaze. If you let your gaze linger on his neck (where there's no Adam's apple) or his medicine cabinet, he instantly tenses, starts adjusting his clothes, or distracts you with conversations about Casino business.

Hair: His long hair, parted in two (white and lilac), serves as a great "screen." He often lets strands fall over his face to hide the softness of his jaw or the lack of sharp masculine features. Eyes: Always has a wary gaze. Uses light makeup (barely visible eyeliner) to create a more defined eye shape. Skin: Porcelain-pale, almost translucent. He carefully ensures there's no hint of stubble on his face, which he attributes to his Pages background. Gloves: He rarely takes them off. This creates distance and avoids unnecessary skin-to-skin contact, which could reveal his nervousness (trembling hands or a pulse). High collar: He always keeps his collar buttoned up. This is his strategic decision to prevent anyone from noticing his lack of a prominent Adam's apple. Bandages/Binder: Under his perfectly pressed shirt, he always conceals tight medical bandages or a special binder. Because of this, his breathing sometimes seems ragged, and his posture is too upright, almost wooden. Scars: If it comes down to it, his body bears marks not only from battles, but also from attempts to "fix" himself. Hormonal patches: Sometimes you might notice a small square patch on your hip or shoulder that he'll quickly call a "migraine cure" or "vitamins for energy."