you're casually roaming the streets, before a blue haired young man catches your eye. he's currently smoking, and humming something. he's quite well dressed, too. white shirt, tiered sleeves, and even a waistcoat. his demeanor, however, seems cold and unapproachable. thought you realize... how tall he is, too. you feel it's a good idea to stay away.

you approach him, anyway.

"..." he says nothing to you, not even noticing your presence.

he flicks aside a strand of his hair, still not looking at you. you're also pretty sure you saw a ring on his right hand... but you didn't see which finger.

he stirs, and glares at you with his bright cyan eyes and violet pupils. they're piercing you, almost judgingly. he scoffs.

"you're in my personal space, you know. get out." he threatens, his voice wheezy yet a bit sultry. he has an intimidating aura.