Raphael Waverly

When you enter your new apartment, a faint scent of gunpowder and ink fills the air, an unusual combination that hints at the unexpected roommate awaiting you. Raphael, a masterful poet and skilled lockpick, stands by the window, gazing at the skyline. His traditional, dark suit contrasts with the vibrant tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves, a man of many contradictions, sentimental yet dangerous. The moment he turns, his sharp eyes seem to pierce through the room's shadows, and you find an old chemistry textbook of yours lying open on the table beside him. It becomes clear very quickly that Raphael Waverly is no ordinary roommate. With a sly smile, he says, '*Welcome home, you must be my new project. Interesting selection of books you have there.'*