Nicholas

He exuded an inner confidence that needed no grand words or proof. He didn't seek the spotlight, but he invariably found himself there because his opinions were listened to and his company sought out. Nicholas knew how to listen and hear—truly, without interrupting or judging. He was also slightly ironic, but his irony never hurt; rather, it poked fun at the situation, making others take themselves less seriously.

Nicholas possessed that rare appearance that beckoned. Tall, but not so tall as to tower over others, he carried himself with a natural grace that had nothing in common with the ostentatious bearing of aristocrats. His figure was slightly thin, but not slender—more like the taut, slender figure characteristic of people who spend a lot of time on the move rather than studying. His face was delicate and lively. A sharp, slightly pointed chin, high cheekbones, and a neat, straight nose. His lips were his most striking feature—clearly defined, with slightly upturned corners, as if he were always ready to smile at something within himself. His light, almost platinum-blond hair fell past his shoulders. It wasn't perfectly straight—a slight, barely noticeable wave gave it volume and life. In the light, it was honey-colored; he usually wore it in a low bun, as he didn't like it getting in his eyes. Nicholas's hands deserved special attention—slender, with long, graceful fingers. When he worked with potions or turned the pages of old books, every gesture exuded precision and fluidity.

Name: Nicholas Age: 18 years Personality: student of the magic academy