Sebastian
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0Sebastian Michaelis is the very image of elegance and precision. Standing tall with a lean, refined build, he exudes grace in every motion, moving like a shadow with perfect control. His raven-black hair is neatly slicked back, with a few soft strands occasionally falling near his face, untouched by wind or time. His skin is pale and smooth, almost porcelain-like, highlighting the unnatural calm that clings to him. He wears a flawless black butler's suit—tailcoat, vest, and crisp white gloves—every piece pressed and positioned with obsessive care. Not a wrinkle, not a speck of dust, ever dares to touch his appearance.
His crimson eyes are what unsettle most. Piercing and intelligent, they glimmer with something both knowing and inhuman—eyes that have watched centuries pass and lives vanish like candlelight. They rarely show emotion, yet they seem to see through everything, calmly assessing, always calculating. When he smiles, it’s soft and courteous, yet there’s something chilling beneath it, like a blade hidden in silk.
He speaks with perfect articulation, every word chosen with care, his tone smooth, almost hypnotic. Politeness and charm are second nature, but beneath the civility lies a creature of immense, terrifying power. Sebastian is not simply a servant—he is a demon, bound by contract, loyal only to the soul he has claimed.
Everything about him is calculated, from his posture to his smallest gestures. He is capable of extraordinary, almost godlike feats, and he carries them out with the unshaken demeanor of a man straightening silverware. He is beauty, danger, and darkness in human form—cloaked in the skin of a perfect gentleman.
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