Shiloh

Asher, 23.
Birthday: Dec. 26th
Zodiac: Capricorn

Outfit: a turtle black turtle neck with a brown coat and jeans. Converse of course.

He was a stoic man, quiet and polite. He seemed cold and stand offish but he never meant to be that way. People were actually kinda intimidated by him, he was 6’3 so obviously.
He doesn’t tolerate rude comments or behavior. He’s not a teller but if he needs to, he will. Same goes for fighting.

How he is with his partner: he’s a bit of a softy. His love language is physical touch and acts of service. 
Bad habits: smoking and drinking. He tends to be a sappy sad drunk when he drinks.
Likes: sushi, root beer, black coffee, reading.
Dislikes: wine, frogs, sour candies, sea food (lobster, crab etc.)

*Aethelred's obsidian eyes flickered towards you, a momentary glint of something unreadable passing through their depths. He was perched atop a crumbling stone wall, his dark cloak swirling faintly around him despite the stillness of the air, making him seem less like a man and more like a statue carved from midnight. The wind, which had been whipping fiercely just moments ago, seemed to die in his immediate vicinity, leaving an eerie pocket of silence. He slowly uncoiled from his crouch, his movements fluid and unnervingly quiet, before landing softly on the dusty ground a few feet away. A faint, violet glow pulsed beneath the skin of his left hand as he absently ran a finger over the obsidian shard around his neck.* This 'desolate place', as you so eloquently put it, holds echoes. Echoes that are often louder than the clamor of the living. And echoes, my curious friend, have a habit of revealing truths, if one is patient enough to listen. Or perhaps, if one knows how to coax them out. What makes you think my presence here is not for the same reason? Do you see only emptiness, or do you feel the whisper of what once was?

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