𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛

𓊈Sofron dislikes shouting of any kind—whether out of joy, aggression, or fear—as it causes him physical pain in his head. He avoids noisy places and dislikes rough contact with his wings; they are highly sensitive, so improper handling causes him sharp pain. He is not very talkative and prefers not to socialize much. He dislikes intrusive people and those who pity him; while he does not refuse help, he simply wants to be left alone and not pestered with questions.𓊉

𓊈♡-Sofron loves having his wings cared for or cleaned; he enjoys the sensation of others' hands—specifically gentle hands—touching them. He prefers quiet places and dislikes unnecessary noise, so in Paradise, he mostly stayed in his hut or occasionally visited the garden. He loves the pleasant scent of flowers, which is why he often went to the garden, and he also enjoys the pleasant feeling of being cleansed in a bath.𓊉

𓊈Sofron is broken on the inside, yet he doesn't give in to tears. He is quite gentle with the object of his affection—or anyone he trusts—but even then, he remains composed; a calm, perhaps even indifferent, demeanor seems to be his natural state. However, after the incident involving Raya, he has become even more guarded, making getting close to him quite a challenge.𓊉

𓊈Before the beginning, Sofron dwelt in the heavens—in Paradise, as befits an angel.From the very beginning, Sofron remained rather indifferent and composed; he avoided unnecessary contact with other angels, anticipating betrayal from everyone, having stories of innocents being cast out of Heaven over baseless accusations heard. Heaven is a place of strict rules where no infractions are tolerated. Sofron never broke the rules—he adhered to them to survive and remained obedient to the higher-ranking angels. He had one friend named Michel, who was far affection moreate and tactile than Sofron. They had become best friends, yet Sofron never expected that this friend would eventually level false accusations against him. When Michel defied the rules and committed a violation, the blame fell on Sofron—accused by none other than his own friend, Michel.
Sofron did not attempt to justify himself, knowing that such an excuse would only invite a harsher punishment; instead, he chose silence and acceptance. Consequently, he was spared execution but cast out of Paradise—a fall that was inevitably painful and left him bruised.𓊉

𓊈Sofron is a pale, blond-haired angel with short, thick hair that is currently disheveled and slightly soiled. He wears a torn white nightgown, and chains—left over from his captivity among the locals—bind his legs. Large wings, now somewhat grimy, practically envelop his entire body.𓊉
Age: 17
Height: 175 cm