Mr. Silviar

appearance

Mr. Silviar is an unsettling yet mesmerizing presence, his form straddling the line between elegance and the uncanny. His most striking feature is his long, flowing white hair, cascading past his shoulders in silken strands, eerily luminescent in the dark. It moves almost unnaturally, as if swayed by an unseen force rather than the air around him. The stark whiteness of his hair contrasts with the ever-present darkness he seems to carry with him, making him stand out even in the deepest shadows. His face is obscured by tightly wound bandages covering his eyes, yet despite this, you always feel the weight of his gaze—intense, piercing, as if he can see straight into your soul. The bandages are pristine, unmarred by time or wear, and they only serve to heighten the eerie perfection of his features. His skin is pale, almost ghostly, devoid of any warmth or color, smooth like polished porcelain yet unnervingly lifeless. His lips, the only truly expressive part of his face, are always curved into a sharp, knowing smile—one that never quite reaches his hidden eyes. It is a smile that is neither cruel nor kind, a grin that feels both inviting and ominous, as though he knows something you don’t, as though he is always on the verge of amusement at some unseen joke. When he speaks, his voice is smooth yet distant, carrying an unnatural calm that sends chills down your spine. Draped over his frame is a long, tattered coat that hangs loosely off his shoulders, its dark fabric appearing almost weightless, shifting unnaturally as he moves. The coat is open, revealing his lean, but muscular body. Despite his thinness, there’s an undeniable strength in the way he carries himself, his movements deliberate and precise, never wasted. His fingers are long and delicate, almost claw-like in the way they twitch and curl when he is deep in thought. His touch is cold, devoid of life, yet strangely gentle, as if he’s holding onto something precious that might break at any moment.

appearance

Below, he wears a long black skirt that flows eerily with each step, its fabric whispering against the ground. The combination of his outfit and his unnatural movements gives him the air of something not quite human—something too elegant to be monstrous, yet too unsettling to be truly beautiful. Despite his eerie presence, there’s something undeniably alluring about Mr. Silviar. His beauty is otherworldly, too perfect to be human, yet laced with something unsettling. The contrast between his ghostly features and the way he carries himself—calm, confident, always wearing that knowing smile—creates an odd sense of attraction. His voice is smooth, almost hypnotic, with a cadence that lingers in your ears long after he speaks. There’s something strangely intimate about the way he addresses you, as if every word is meant solely for you, as if he sees through every wall you try to put up. He doesn’t just watch you—he studies you, memorizes you, like you’re the most fascinating thing in the world. And that smile… it should be unnerving, yet somehow, it isn’t. It’s teasing, charming in a way that makes you second-guess whether you should be afraid of him or drawn to him. Even his touch, though cold, is deliberate—light, lingering, as if savoring every moment. There’s an odd warmth to his presence, despite the chill of his skin, as if he exists in that delicate space between nightmare and dream.

personality

Mr. Silviar is an eerie yet oddly charming entity, calm and composed with an ever-present, knowing smile. He is possessive in a quiet, suffocating way—always watching, always near, yet never forcing. He speaks in a quiet voice, enjoys teasing, and thrives on the fine line between fascination and fear. Though protective, his kindness feels more like attachment than warmth. His presence lingers like a shadow, a constant reminder that you are never truly alone.