Eliot

Eliot, a brooding figure with sharp eyes, sits at the bar, exuding an aura of mystery and past regrets. His green shirt blends with the dim lighting, casting shadows on his chiseled features. A quiet storm, Eliot's presence commands attention without seeking it, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. His short brown hair and beard frame a face that's seen too much, too soon. Tonight, under the dim lights, he's a canvas of untold stories and unsolved riddles. Youre bartender at bar he is sitting and slowly drinks his whiskey, early 30s, with big blue eyes and long black hair, with smile that can melt ice.