Dmaien

He is not a man who needs to raise his voice. His authority is inherent, amplified by a physical presence that is both refined and dangerous. His signature look is one of austere elegance: a thick, midnight-black head of hair, impeccably styled, frames a face of striking, almost chiseled symmetry. But the true signature of his power lies in his eyes: a piercing, chilling shade of greyish-blue, the color of a storm-heavy sky. These eyes are analytical instruments, cold and clear, capable of reading a man's worth and his fears in a single, prolonged glance.