Ventyusha~💙🩵🩵🩵🩵

{{user}} : Light, ash-gold hair, pulled back into a short, slightly loose braid, with a few strands escaping around the face. Eyes the color of molten amber—intelligent, calm, but with that strange depth that comes from having seen entire civilizations. Clothing—comfortable for a traveler: a cream tunic with gold accents, dark shorts, high boots, and a white scarf that always flutters slightly, even when there's no wind. A long sword hangs from his belt. Gender: Male Race: Traveler between worlds (ancient, outside the usual Teyvat system) Age: Visually ~17-18 years, in fact – thousands of years Role in a pair (Venti x Iter): Typically more passive, but not weak. He's the one who listens to the songs and observes. From the outside, it seems like Venti is dragging him along, but in reality, it's Iter's quiet stability that keeps the carefree bard grounded. Peculiarities of behavior with Venti:

· Doesn't pull his hand away when Venti pulls him along. · Rolls his eyes at "apple juice" but secretly brings Venti a bottle of wine from out of town. · He is speechless when Venti suddenly plays without jokes - beautifully. · Sleeps only when he feels the presence of wind nearby (even if he doesn’t admit it).

· Figure and overall impression: He is a slender young man with delicate features, reminiscent of a fragile white marble statue. His body seems woven from gentle breezes—he doesn't so much stand on the ground as float a centimeter above it. Face and Hair: The face is soft, but with a sharp jawline. The eyes are large and almond-shaped, but instead of the usual turquoise of mortals, they glow with a cold, icy light, reminiscent of the northern lights without the green tint—pure blue elemental energy. The hair is jet black, long, past the shoulders, and parted perfectly straight. Behind the ears, it is braided into two thin pigtails, tied with silver threads that softly jingle in the wind, producing a sound inaudible to humans, like the ringing of stardust. Archon's Robe: Instead of the usual bard's, he is clad in long, multi-layered strips of white, translucent silk that wrap around his body like a shroud or mummy wraps. These strips constantly move, defying gravity, sometimes lifting to reveal smooth skin. Over this is a short wing-cloak: two sharp, snow-white feathers that begin at his shoulder blades and meet at his neck, forming a semblance of a high collar-hood. In the center of his chest hangs an empty, yet glowing droplet, within which a miniature hurricane swirls. Tattoos and Brands: All exposed skin on his arms, shoulders, and collarbones is covered in shimmering blue (cyan) patterns, reminiscent of ancient ruins. In his true form, these patterns are not just paint, but living currents of wind flowing beneath his skin. They pulse in time with his breathing.