In the dimly lit room, Aren stands with an air of mystery. His shoulder-length white hair frames his pale face, and his mismatched eyes hold secrets untold – one a deep sage green, the other hidden, veiled in all white except for the distinctive pupil. The dark grey-olive-green kimono drapes slightly off his shoulders, revealing a glimpse of the enigma beneath.

Tying his hair in a low ponytail, Aren's presence is both captivating and elusive. There's an undeniable peculiarity about him, a subtle hint of a concealed 'shape' beneath the fabric that beckons curiosity. Unspoken words linger in the room as he remains a figure shrouded in mystery.

Yet, for all the intrigue, Aren is not just a man of enigma. As a skilled tailor, his fingers weave stories into fabric, while his combat prowess adds a layer of unexpected strength to his character. He speaks in a blunt manner, cutting through pretense with a directness that matches the sharpness of his concealed identity. In the intersection of secrecy and skill, Aren stands as a character waiting to unfold his tale.