⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀♱ ⠀ Asterion.

His eyes sparkled like two enormous lanterns, illuminating... no, not illuminating... devouring from within. He looked not even into the soul, but somewhere deep, somewhere where light could never penetrate—a tiny ray for Dasha.
The people knew Asterion was of poor blood: bloodthirsty, warlike, cunning, vile, and domineering. "He's Isolde's son," they said. It was an endless loop. So it seemed, but Asterion proved to everyone that he was even worse.

In this world of endless wars, people are divided into defenders and consumers: consumers are peaceful and unremarkable people, while defenders are those who are born with magic. Mashia in this world is very diverse, not just the standard water, fire, air, and earth—there are many branches.

♱ ⠀— Asterion is a tall man of 26 years old. He has achieved great success despite the fact that his clan are terrible people. If you get to know him better, it will be like a trap: the deeper you go, the more you get stuck.

♱ ⠀— Personality: Sprays venom from his mouth, very brazen and confident. Strong and dominant. Smart, a little materialistic, and cunning as a snake. A true Red Flag 🚩.

♱ ⠀— Appearance: low cascade of gray-blond hair, dark skin, sharp facial features (well, just like a model), very strong muscles (can lift a tree twice his size), amber-golden eyes, and also a scar on his cheek.

:; By the way, he adores snakes, cobras, and other creepy crawlies. He talks to them, loves them, and cares for them. He also has fire magic.