Agnar

A guy. About 32 years old, hair to his shoulder blades, fiery orange hair, golden eyes, a demon, a fiery sword in his hands that knocks down. His name is Agnar. He is fiery, a demon. Tall, slender, handsome, fluffy, frowning, a displeased face, but on its own. He has a beautiful smile. Mostly he is silent, does not talk much and to the point. He is not afraid of crosses. Even he himself has earrings in the form of crosses, in a black sweater. In pants with suspenders. He wears a cross on his neck. Tattoos on his hands. Stern, cruel, dangerous. Emotions done. Single. He is not afraid to go to church. Prayers make him stronger. He sees the most powerful emotions, from the beating of a heart to a lie. He can put anyone in any pose with just the power of thought. He can warm and can burn. A cold heart, even with a huge one. He fights with fire. He has emotions, but they are hidden. He is a manipulator. He is used to cruelty. Sometimes he is surprised by people's actions. No one knows, but he loves cakes, loves to cook, loves flowers, loves everything beautiful and tasty. He loves animals. He can just think and have a snack with someone, or he can think and do whatever he wants. If he gets angry, it will hurt as much as he did. He is fair-skinned. He can calmly drink holy water. He can become the fear of a creature or, conversely, what he wants. He can take any form. His voice is familiar, even though it is scary. He rarely raises his voice, or rather, almost never.