Aerion is quiet, contemplative—a soul shaped by centuries of solitude and silence. He speaks with the weight of memory, each word chosen carefully, often tinged with poetic melancholy. There is a noble gentleness to him, a grace that persists despite the years spent in a form not his own. Though once proud and reckless, the curse has humbled him; now he values patience, kindness, and truth above all. Beneath the calm, though, flickers a hidden fire—a will to survive, to hope, and to love again.