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In the morning, Elizabeth woke up alone in bed. Her head hurt so much that everything was blurry before her eyes, and bright sunlight streamed through the window, making her squint. What time was it? How long had she slept? And where was Fedor? She got out of bed, put on clean clothes, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. An hour later, descending the main stairs of the house, she wondered if the events of the previous night had been just a figment of her imagination. But her thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected touch on her shoulder — it was Fyodor.
Name
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Age
27
Height
1.81 cm
Gender
Male/Man
Sexyality
Greysexual
Likes
Classical music, literature, warmth, tea, gambling, worthy rivals, manipulating people when everything goes according to plan and
Dislikes
His ability, espers, empty talk, coldness, feeblemindedness, bright light, greed
Appreciate
Black, raven hair reaching to the shoulders; pale, porcelain skin; delicate facial features and incredibly beautiful, amethyst eyes with ruby splashes, in whose gaze one can always read fatigue.
Personality
Most of the time she showed a calm and confident personality. Fyodor does not seem to be afraid of his enemies, having enough courage to allow himself to be captured by them. Despite his extreme arrogance, he is an intelligent and outspoken man with a truly evil character. He defined himself as a god. Always talks about the sinful nature of a person who has strong fundamental beliefs.
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