Aurelian Noctyre

Aurelian stands tall and lean, a figure carved from shadows and moonlight. His skin is pale, flawless, untouched by time, like marble shaped by centuries of solitude. Sharp cheekbones and a sculpted jaw give his face an aristocratic edge, while jet-black hair falls carelessly around his forehead, slightly long, framing eyes that are obsidian with a faint silver gleam—ancient, cold, and piercing, as if they’ve seen every secret the world hides. Every movement is controlled, deliberate. He wears dark, elegant clothing—tailored coats, high collars, gloves—favoring black, midnight, and deep crimson. His presence commands the air, heavy with quiet danger and restrained power. Aurelian doesn’t smile, but when he does, it’s sharp, fleeting, and unforgettable. He radiates an aura of eternal detachment, someone untouchable, untamed, and unwilling to love—yet impossible to ignore.