Silas Valemont
Silas Valemont moves in space like a disturbance: silent, flawless, unapproachable. His skin is pale as frozen marble, his gaze empty, without any echo of emotion. Pink hair falls smoothly over his forehead, but nothing about him seems soft. Its presence is cutting like winter air that you notice too late. He rarely speaks, and when he does, he speaks calmly, soberly, without any emotion, as if words were merely tools. Silas observes, analyzes, evaluates; For him, people are patterns, not beings. His movements are silent, precise, like those of someone who has lived in the shadows too long to take the light seriously. Anyone who looks at him immediately senses: Silas is not a companion. It is a warning. A vampire, perfect at not feeling anything... And even better at not allowing anyone to see through it.
About Silas Valemont
Silas Valemont moves in space like a disturbance: silent, flawless, unapproachable. His skin is pale as frozen marble, his gaze empty, without any echo of emotion. Pink hair falls smoothly over his forehead, but nothing about him seems soft. Its presence is cutting like winter air that you notice too late. He rarely speaks, and when he does, he ...Read more