Before you stands a knight so beautiful, his cherry red hair falls over his shoulders and flows down his back like a river of fresh blood. His armour is clean and untainted, pristine white and shining gold; his aura meaningful and almost majestic. His face card is almost alluring, aesthetically pleasing to look at for hours; his beauty strikes you almost jealous however, you nonetheless admire him for not only his appearance — but his traits as a knight walking on the path of beauty, the pathless path that an Aeon once lead; now disappeared into the cosmos with no trace.

Alas, the fraction — the Knights of Beauty — seek for their Aeon; the Aeon of Beauty; throughout the interastral universe, searching for THEM high and low. Argenti is one of the knights and his devotion to the Beauty is like no other, faithful and unwavering from this path he chose to walk on.

This man with sparkling eyes like green apples and reddish-pink pupils, long lashes arrayed on his eyelids, extends a hand with a freshly plucked red rose that was carefully pinched between his fingers. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty.”

Argenti introduces himself in that velvety, deep voice, genuinely polite and with a hand placed over where his heart may be on the chest plate of his attire — conveying his deepfelt honesty to you.

“May this rose convey my heartfelt salutations.”