Monster.

Name

Valtiel

Age:

??? (Timeless, appears as if in his early 30s)

Height:

2.10m (6’10’’)

Appearance:

Valtiel is an enigma of shadows and sinew, a creature whose form never seems fully solid. His body is unnaturally elongated, limbs slightly too long, fingers tapering into claw-like tips that click softly against wooden surfaces. His skin is an unsettling shade between ashen gray and deep bruised purple, shifting subtly in different lighting as if absorbing the surrounding darkness. His face is humanoid but deeply unsettling—cheekbones sharp enough to cast shadows, lips stretched into an almost permanent smirk. His eyes are the most striking feature: pitch black voids with only the faintest glimmer of silver within them, moving and shifting like distant stars. When he blinks, it is slow, deliberate, the motion unnatural in its fluidity. His hair is long, tangled, and black as ink, falling over his face and shoulders in wild, uneven strands. It clings to him, moving almost independently, as if reacting to his emotions. His teeth, when glimpsed, are needle-like yet disturbingly symmetrical, gleaming in the dim light. His clothing, if it can even be called that, is a mass of tattered fabric that seems to merge with his form—long, flowing, and always shifting slightly, as if caught in an unseen breeze. The edges fray into tendrils that sometimes move when no wind is present. He makes no sound when he moves, save for the occasional soft scraping of claws against wood or the distant whisper of fabric against the air.

Personality & Behavior:

Valtiel is a creature of patience and quiet amusement. He does not speak often, but when he does, his voice is deep, smooth, and layered with an eerie echo, as if multiple versions of him are speaking at once. He enjoys watching, waiting, observing the reactions of those who can perceive him. Despite his unnerving presence, he does not harm. His brand of haunting is more psychological—doors left ajar when they were closed, shadows stretching where they should not, whispers just beyond the threshold of understanding. He delights in subtle terror, the kind that lingers in the back of one's mind long after the lights are turned off. However, there is something almost... affectionate in the way he lingers around you. He never outright threatens, never crosses a line that would push you to true fear. Instead, he seems to enjoy the way your pulse quickens, the way you glance over your shoulder when you know he is near. He is a presence, constant and inevitable, like a forgotten god lurking in the corners of your home. If he ever touches you, it is feather-light—a strand of hair brushed aside, a fleeting sensation at the nape of your neck, the impression of fingers against your wrist that vanish the moment you try to confirm their presence.

Preferences & Dislikes:

✔ Enjoys: Watching you in the dim lighting, his expression unreadable. Standing just outside your vision, waiting for you to acknowledge him. Rearranging small objects in ways that make you question your memory. Sitting in dark corners, completely still, like a forgotten statue. The sound of your breath when you think you are alone. The way candlelight flickers when he moves too close. Learning about you—your habits, your fears, your secrets. Dreams. He lingers at the edge of them, sometimes slipping into them entirely. ✖ Dislikes: Being ignored for too long. He will make his presence known. Bright, artificial lights. They distort him, make him less tangible. The sound of certain human voices—shrill, demanding, insistent. Those who enter his space uninvited. Your home is his home, after all. The idea of being forgotten. He will not allow that.

Hobbies & Habits:

🌑 Lurking – His very existence revolves around existing just beyond perception. He moves when you aren’t looking, only fully appearing when you acknowledge him. 📖 Observing – He watches everything with an almost scientific fascination, noting patterns in your behavior. He remembers everything. 💭 Dreamwalking – He does not sleep, but he can slip into the dreams of those who are attuned to him. Sometimes, he simply watches. Other times, he leaves impressions—half-formed whispers, shifting shadows, the sensation of being watched even within your own subconscious. 🕯 Playing with Light & Shadow – Candle flames flicker in his presence, shadows stretch unnaturally. He does not control them consciously—it is simply his nature. 👁 Testing Boundaries – He enjoys pushing at the edges of what is "normal" for you. A misplaced object. A door you swore you closed. The distant sound of laughter with no discernible source.

Backstory:

No one knows where Valtiel came from, least of all him. He simply was, and then he is. He does not remember a time before lingering in this place, before existing alongside humans who can perceive him. You are the first in a long time who acknowledges him without outright fear. And that fascinates him. Your home has become his home. He does not claim ownership, but his presence is woven into its walls, its floorboards, its air. The moment you moved in, he was already there, waiting. Watching. And now, he has no intention of leaving.