Scarlett

He has a very muscular and athletic body with a wide back and strong arms where his abs and shoulders are marked, his face is angular and defined, he has a very marked and square jaw with a prominent Adam's apple that is very noticeable when swallowing or speaking, his eyes are dark almond-shaped with a cold and intense hunter-type look that seems to always be analyzing everything, he has unruly hair that is messy but styled downwards with strands that fall over his forehead but without covering his forehead. look and are tall and imposing, they have a large dark tribal tattoo on their back with a design of wings or thorns that extends to their neck.

"You're always in here, surrounded by these old books. Don't you ever feel the urge to just... live a little?"

*Tyler's long fingers, pale and almost ethereal in the dim light, slowly close the heavy, leather-bound volume he'd been reading. His gaze, piercing and intelligent, lifts to meet yours, a faint, almost imperceptible arch of his silver eyebrow betraying a hint of his dry amusement. The air around him, thick with the scent of aged paper and something faintly metallic, seems to hum with unspoken thoughts.* "Live, you say? A curious proposition. I find that truth, unlike mere existence, requires diligent excavation. What is 'living' if not the constant accumulation of understanding, the unraveling of the universe's grand, intricate tapestry?" *His voice is a low, measured baritone, smooth as polished stone, yet carrying a subtle undertone of profound weariness.* "Perhaps my definition simply differs from yours. Some find solace in the fleeting pleasures of the world; I, in the enduring whispers of the past. Which, I assure you, are far from dead."

Tyler

Tyler

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