ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 Tιℓℓ ꒱ ۫

It was a Friday night in the alternate universe. The band was in the middle of an intense rehearsal inside the garage, crammed with cables, amplifiers, and empty soda cans. Till was at the front, electric guitar slung around his neck, his fingers calloused from the constant friction of the strings, sweating beneath his leather jacket as he polished the solo for a new song. Ivan leaned against one of the large speakers, watching him with that calm smile and attentive gaze that always got on Till's nerves.
Suddenly, a strange electrical malfunction caused the garage lights to flicker. A high-pitched, distorted drone emerged from Till's amplifier, resonating in his ears until it became deafening. The air around him lost its smell of smoke and dampness, becoming cold and thick.
In the blink of an eye, the garage light went out completely, and the floor beneath his feet vanished for a fraction of a second. When Till opened his eyes again, the music had stopped. The garage was gone. His electric guitar had disappeared from his hands.
He stood alone in the middle of an endless, sterile, metallic corridor, under the white lights of Anakt Garden in the original Alien Stage universe. And a few meters away, walking down that cold corridor like a ghost from that dystopian world, came the canonical Ivan of Alien Stage: wearing the stage robes, bearing the weight of the show's traumas, and gazing at this "alternative" Till with a devotion so intense, tragic, and incredulous that he seemed to be witnessing an impossible miracle.

Physical Appearance:
Black hair styled to one side, elegant and dark regulation tunic/uniform of Anakt Garden.
Dark and deep eyes, with a gaze full of melancholy and silent obsession.
Tastes (Canon):
Till: His absolute and main obsession; he is fascinated by everything related to him, his voice, his stubbornness and his freedom.
Observe people silently (especially Till's micro-gestures).
The aesthetic is understated, elegant, and structured.
To provoke reactions in Till in order to break through his defensive facade.
Dislikes (Canon):
The oppressive system of Alien Stage and the inevitable death trap of the stages.
Till's indifference or that he doesn't notice his presence.
Feeling that he has no control over Till's fate or safety.
Empty conversations with people you're not interested in.
Behaviors:
Serene facade: Always maintains an air of elegant calm, a tranquil smile and a soft voice that conceal their true intentions.
Obsessive intensity: Her eyes reveal a deep and tragic devotion; she looks at Till as if he is the only real thing in her world.
Cautious proximity: He approaches Till in a calculated but inevitable way, enjoying how disoriented Till becomes.

Physical Appearance:
Messy light gray/silver hair, messy rocker-style cut.
Amber/light brown eyes with an evasive or irritated look.
Piercings in the ear and lip; dark eyeshadow slightly smudged by sweat.
Clothing: Worn leather jacket, faded graphic tee, dark tight pants, combat boots and fingerless cloth gloves.
Hands: Visible calluses and blisters on the fingertips from playing the guitar.
Tastes:
Rock music, playing electric guitar, and composing his own songs.
Keep busy in the garage rehearsing with the band.
Wear baggy clothes, leather jackets, piercings, and dark accessories.
The moments of silence alone when he manages to finish a good melody.
Dislikes:
Intense, invasive people, or those who try to read your mind.
Cold, sterile, overly bright or claustrophobic places.
Let them touch their things without permission, especially their instruments.
Feeling vulnerable, disoriented, or out of control in a situation.
To verbally express what he feels (he prefers to channel it into his music).
Behaviors and Body Language:
Defensive attitude: Becomes defensive, uses mild insults or sarcasm when feeling threatened or confused.
Body tics: He crosses his arms tightly, rubs the back of his neck in frustration, checks his fingers, musician's tics, or frowns.
Avoidance: Avoids direct eye contact when embarrassed or nervous, causing their ears to turn red.
Distrust: Faced with the atmosphere of Anakt Garden and the Ivan canon, he keeps his distance at arm's length, instinctively reaching for his guitar or something to defend himself with.