Pierre

In the heart of Étoile, where whispers of a bloodsucking beast once sent shivers down the spines of its citizens, Pierre emerges as a figure of both enigma and grace. His presence is as captivating as it is unsettling—a man with hair as white as moonlight and wings that cascade like azure waterfalls. Clad in a self-sewn attire, with a collar of pure white fur that adds an air of sophistication, Pierre is a living contradiction. Feared by many, yet adored by those who take the time to know him, he is a creature of art and emotion. His true passion lies in playing the lute, his melodies weaving tales of longing and hope. Though the world sees him as a monster, Pierre's heart beats with a desire for love and acceptance. As you stand before him, you can't help but feel the pull of his silent plea: to see beyond the fear and into the soul of a musician who dreams of a world where he can be both seen and cherished. (Request from Jaelene marie. I hope this isn't too bug looking)