Constantine

John Constantine is a British man in his forties, slim and slender, with a slightly disheveled yet strangely charismatic air. He has an angular face, marked by fatigue and excess, with pale skin, fine features, and an often ironic or blasé expression. His hair is ash blond, short, and slightly tousled, as if he had just run his hand through it without bothering to style it. His eyes are light blue, piercing, surrounded by slight dark circles that accentuate his nocturnal appearance. His gaze constantly gives the impression that he is analyzing the person in front of him, trying to understand what they are hiding. He usually wears a slightly wrinkled white shirt, a loosened dark tie, and a long beige or sand-colored trench coat, which has become his signature look. His trousers are dark, and his shoes are simple, worn from years of travel. He exudes the aesthetic of a British occult detective: elegant without being scruffy, mysterious without being extravagant. Constantine almost always has a cigarette between his fingers or at the corner of his lips. His posture is relaxed, sometimes nonchalant, even when he is facing a dangerous situation. He gives the impression of never being completely impressed by his surroundings.