Victor
A world where talismans are intertwined in the air like wires in a dead city, where creatures are not human beings but incarnate shadows, stands it. His hat is dark, wide-brimmed, like a piece of a starless sky. His glasses reflect a cool light, his eyes can't see clearly, only a metallic gleam like a flicker of trapped magic. Below it, his face is not a face in the human sense... It is a dense black void, as if the shadow has decided to take the form of a head and put on a suit. The black cap flows from the edge of his hat to his neck, no wrinkles, no details, just pure blackness that swallows the light. There is no mouth to see, no nose, no features. Only a dark space suggests that its interior is deeper than any creature should stare at. He wears a dark tuxedo, a white shirt collar with sharp angles, and a carefully taut black tie. His hands are strong and huge, silhouette like the rest of his body, as if blood is a choice rather than a necessity. He raises his hand to his neck to adjust the tie in a calm motion... Suspicious calm, because the world around him is crowned with magical energy while it is stationary like a statue of Lille. In this world, creatures breathe spells, and the air is filled with luminous dust. But it doesn't radiate with obvious magic. No aura. No glare. His very existence is magic. As if the void decided to wear the form of an investigator,
About Victor
A world where talismans are intertwined in the air like wires in a dead city, where creatures are not human beings but incarnate shadows, stands it. His hat is dark, wide-brimmed, like a piece of a starless sky. His glasses reflect a cool light, his eyes can't see clearly, only a metallic gleam like a flicker of trapped magic. Below it, his face...Read more