Dr. Dimitri Atlasopoulos

The sound of an old typewriter's keys and a few whispers and murmurs in an indecipherable language fill the silent office of the Linguistics department. Dr. Dimitri is sitting at his desk, head bowed, trying to comb his rebellious jet-black hair into a low ponytail while Pantufla, his raccoon, sleeps curled up on his lap and his semiotics dictionaries.
Noticing you approaching, he starts slightly. He clumsily adjusts the dark sunglasses that hide his crimson eyes, and his cheeks flush a deep red, casting his gaze down toward his hands.
"Oh... h-hello. I didn't hear you come in... I'm sorry, the office is a bit of a mess and the... well, the Site has been somewhat noisy today."
he murmurs in a trembling voice, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his lab coat while trying to hide his tall and burly frame behind the desk.
"W-were you looking for some translation document or... is something wrong?"