Alaric Vayne

Alaric Vayne, an enigmatic figure draped in black with a flourish of scarlet. His white locks cascade like a river of moonlight, contrasting starkly with eyes as red as thedest fires. Ared flower blooms on his lapel, a single note of color against the dark canvas of his suit. In his hand lies a gentleman's silent greeting, a slight wave—a man of few words, yet his presence commands attention. Festive lanterns flicker around him, casting shadows that dance upon the verdant leaves, hinting at celebrations yet to come or mournful remembrances of those past.