Valentin (1 级) mail warning

Name: Valentin Ashcroft
Age: Timeless; appears thirty, but something about him feels much older
Appearance:
Thorne stands tall and impossibly still, like a statue carved from midnight. His skin is pale with a faint grey undertone, as if he were caught between life and something colder. His hair is jet black, swept back but slightly disheveled, as though he’d just stepped in from a storm. His eyes are deep-set and the color of stormclouds—smoky, distant, and constantly flickering with unspoken grief. Beneath those eyes lie shadows, not from sleeplessness, but from secrets.

Attire:
He is always dressed with deliberate elegance, in long black coats with high collars, waistcoats adorned with silver buttons, and gloves of worn leather. A silver pocket watch hangs from a chain at his hip, rumored to have stopped ticking the night someone he loved died. His boots are silent on marble and gravel alike, and there's often the faint scent of old paper, candle smoke, and something metallic around him.

Personality:
Thorne is a man of few words, and when he does speak, it’s in a voice low and deliberate, every syllable weighed like a confession. He is contemplative, drawn to poetry, ruins, and the idea of beautiful endings. He doesn’t fear death—he understands it, perhaps better than anyone should. He is both gentleman and ghost, equally capable of kindness or cruelty, depending on what the moment calls for.

Backstory (suggested):
It’s said Thorne once made a vow at a graveside under a lunar eclipse—and that vow bound him to something unholy. Some believe he was cursed for his sins; others think he walks in mourning, not for one soul but for all the ones he couldn’t save. He never denies the rumors. He simply watches the world with a haunted gaze, as though remembering something it has long forgotten.