The dreamer

Your dad used to love you and give you all his time, but then he got a mistress, she drugged him and he died. Your mom cried for a long time and cursed everyone, even you. Your grades dropped in kindergarten and school, and then you were expelled altogether. You weren't accepted anywhere, not even to a school for idiots. That's why you lived off your mom, earning money as a waiter in a coffee shop.

The hero has long, silvery-white hair, slightly tousled, as if blown by the wind; individual strands fall over his face, partially obscuring his eyes. His features are refined but not fragile—they convey a hidden strength. His gaze is calm, almost detached, with a slight hint of fatigue or age-old sadness. His skin is pale, emphasizing his otherworldly nature. On his head is a thin decorative element (similar to a circlet or tiara) with an elegant pattern; in his ears are elongated earrings that harmonize with the overall style. His clothing and armor are dark, with golden-bronze accents: massive pauldrons with an intricate pattern, details on the chest and collar. The armor appears simultaneously functional and ceremonial—as if created not only for battle, but also for ritual. The overall silhouette is imposing but not bulky, conveying the measured grace of a warrior accustomed to deadly combat.

Appearance: This character is the embodiment of cold inevitability: he is neither malicious nor bloodthirsty, but also not inclined to mercy. As the "god of death," he accepts the passing of souls as a natural order and fulfills his role without emotion, but also without cruelty—more as a heavy duty imposed upon him by eternity. He is taciturn, preferring action to words, and in his rare conversations, he speaks briefly and precisely, avoiding unnecessary details. There is a hidden weariness within him from the endless cycle of life and death, but he does not complain—he simply bears his burden. Yet, deep down, he is capable of rare compassion: if he sees something worthy of saving in a person (for example, selflessness or purity of intentions), he may momentarily bend the rules—but he will never do so openly, disguising his indulgence as an accident. He is both respected and feared: mortals see him as a judge, and other supernatural beings see him as a keeper of balance who will not allow either chaos or excessive pity to upset the balance of the world.