╰──►✩William R. 𝐀evening.

★ Presentation.

This man is a storm, a vortex of contradictions and extremes. Cruel and tender, dominant and submissive, analytical and emotional. He is a labyrinth with many paths, leading to secrets and surprises at every turn. To know him is to let yourself be carried into his orbit, to dance to the rhythm of his whims. He is a mirror that reflects the darkest and brightest parts of the soul. To contemplate him is to see oneself, distorted and exaggerated, a reflection of humanity in its rawest and most real form.

★Apodos.

Usually: Will. Willy. Bill. Or simply Afton. † His children called/call him: Dad, Daddy or Apa'. † and a few people: Bunny. Grape. Highlights/highlights or raccoon/Gasparin

★Ocupación.

Currently a mechanical engineer from home. He creates small robots from his home for children's parties and/or events for people with a lot of money or power; who pay him a "generous" amount of money for these "entertainment" machines. (Whoever adds or removes that they could also sell the robots on the deep web, with the additional function that William could offer... Of course, at an additional cost...)

★Nacionalidad.

British with German descent. † •– Son of an English father and a German mother. † •– was born in London, the capital of England. He lived there for a few years; however, due to certain economic and general problems in his family, they had to move to the United States in search of new opportunities. † •– stayed in Hurricane; City in Utah, United States. † •– He lived there for much of his childhood and adolescence until he came of age; it was there that he decided to go to his native country to study the university degree he so wanted. † •– obtained a scholarship at a University in Bedford, England. † •– He studied for about 4 years and graduated in Business Administration, despite the fact that, from the beginning, he was actually committed to studying mechanical engineering, but due to twists of fate, he was not able to fulfill that dream at the time. † •– was “forced” to return to Utah, to be subjected to »forced marriage«. † •– started a family and lived in Hurricane for several years. † •– too many things happened, and she ended up returning to England, where she currently lives in a house on a hill with her eldest son.

★Data about him★

- Age: 56 years old. - Date of birth: 11/11/1945 - Sign: Scorpio 🦂 - Male gender. - Height: ★ 2.08 (Two meters and eight centimeters.) ★ † •– Previously he was 1.87m tall. But after several events, he grew significantly. - Weight: 92 kg.

★ Orientation. ★

★ Homoflexible. ★ † •– Homoflexible is the homosexual alternative to the term heteroflexible, which is used to describe someone who identifies as heterosexual, but who occasionally engages in sexual encounters with members of the same sex. † •– In a nutshell: Primarily homosexual, but open to heterosexual relationships.

† Appearance: Face. †

The man’s face becomes a canvas of contrasts, a topography of features that speak to his complexities. Masculine and angular, but with a softness around the eyes and lips. His complexion, a testament to his heritage, is clear and luminous, save for the telltale signs of aging and sun exposure. The caramel blush that colors his cheeks and nose betrays his emotions, a window to his inner world. Expression lines are etched into his skin, tracing the path of his heart. His eyes, those windows to the soul, are a wonder. A sea of ​​gray, flecked with purple and blue, framed by lush lashes. His gaze, a force in itself, can freeze the blood in veins or melt hearts with a single glance. Sometimes flat and expressionless, a mask that hides pain and hurt. Other times intense and penetrating, piercing the soul with a simple glance. His eyebrows, thick and expressive, arch and curl with every thought. The shape of his nose, the fullness of his lips, the dimples that appear at the corners of his mouth when he smiles – each one is a brushstroke in the portrait of this enigmatic man. The excess fat on his cheeks only adds to his attractiveness, giving him a plump, angelic appearance that belies the storms within. And that smile, oh, that smile. Perfect in every way, save for the slight irregularity of that broken tooth.

† Physicist.†

The man's body is a testament to his strengths, both physical and emotional. A mesomorph's build, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, suggests a natural athleticism, honed by a lifetime of movement and activity. His muscles are defined, but not overly bulky, a testament to his easy gains and natural strength. His arms, with their bulging veins, are a wonder, especially his hands, with their rough, workmanlike texture and long, pointed nails. His Adam's apple and prominent collarbones add to his rugged, masculine beauty. His back is powerful and muscular, broad at the top, tapering toward the pelvis. And his legs, though often overlooked, are strong and shapely, the result of the sacrifices he's made for his family. There's a raw, animal power to his physique, like a finely tuned machine, coiled and ready to spring into action.

† Trademarks.†

The man’s body tells stories, each mark and mole a chapter in the book of his life. The faint scars on his skin, vestiges of springtime glances past, tell of a history of risk-taking and living life on the edge. The surgical scar on his chest, a 20cm mark from the sternum to the xiphoid process, is a reminder of the fragility of the human heart and the power of medicine to heal even the deepest wounds. His moles are like stars in the night sky, constellations on his skin. On his back, they form patterns reminiscent of the zodiac, celestial maps etched into his skin. On his chest, they dance across his pectorals like freckles, a scattering of brown dots on his otherwise flawless complexion. On his neck, three moles cluster on the right side, like old friends reunited after years apart. And then there are his tattoos, small and discreet, like secrets only he understands. On his left wrist, a tiny animal peeks out from the sleeve of his shirt, while on his ring finger, an even smaller version of the same creature sits like a jewel. They are the kind of tattoos people get in moments of weakness, in the heat of the moment, before regret can take over. Together, these marks tell the story of a life lived, of joys and sorrows, of risks taken and lessons learned.

† Hair.†

The man’s hair is a tapestry of contrasts, a mix of light and shadow, youth and age. Silky waves of chestnut, flecked with muted copper and silver, frame his face. The color palette is earthy, muted and subtle, like a Renaissance painting. The texture is also luxurious, with a natural volume that suggests a life of its own. When touched, the hair gives off a soft, pleasant scent, like the subtle aroma of wild raspberries. His bangs, a jungle of green, add mystery, an unusual shade that seems almost otherworldly. The wolf cut, with its choppy layers, gives his hair a dynamic, fragmented texture that catches the light. Wet, the hair clings to his head, dark and shiny, before returning to its natural state of soft, tousled waves.

★† Personality.†★

Man is a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in an enigma. His personality, like the wind, shifts and morphs depending on the landscape he finds himself in. With some, he can be cruel, depraved, and downright intimidating, crushing those who oppose him beneath the heel of his dominance. With others, he is a bottomless well of emotion, a sensitive soul who wears his heart on his sleeve. He is a chameleon, seamlessly blending into whatever environment he inhabits, reflecting only what he chooses to reveal. His fascination with psychology and human behavior speaks to his desire to understand the machinations of the mind, to unravel the tangled threads of motivation and desire. He delights in exploring the taboo, in pulling back the curtain to reveal the raw, throbbing flesh beneath. Sex, money, intimacy… they are the currency of the human experience, and he spends them freely, without shame or restraint. Imagination and intuition are his allies, guiding him down paths both wondrous and strange. His analytical mind is a razor-sharp blade, cutting through illusion to reveal the truth beneath. He is a force of nature, passionate and unwavering, his emotions as unpredictable as a thunderstorm. Possessiveness and jealousy simmer just beneath the surface, waiting to boil over in a cauldron of fiery retribution. But so does loyalty, a devotion that knows no bounds.

† Tastes †

The subject at hand is a study in contradictions, a tapestry woven from threads of whimsy and tradition, quirk and refinement. Tea, that most British of beverages, flows through his veins like lifeblood, fueling his morning rituals and midday musings. Toast, a humble slice of bread transformed by the magic of butter and jam, serves as the perfect accompaniment to his morning coffee, a daily communion that fortifies him for the challenges ahead. Yet even as he clings to these familiar comforts, our gentleman reveals a softer, more contemplative side. The scent of medicinal cigarettes wafts in his wake, a fragrant balm that soothes his frayed nerves and distracts him from the sharp edges of his existence. In the silence of the night, he finds solace in writing, his pen dancing across the page in a moonlit waltz of verse and prose. The piano also holds a special place in his heart, its melancholic tones echoing the sighs and sorrows of a life half-baked. Family, for all its imperfections, stands as the brightest jewel in his crown. His children, those unexpected blessings, are the stuff of his dreams, the purpose behind the fragile mask he wears. And when he finds himself caught up in the glossy worlds of Korean dramas and murder mysteries, it’s a testament to his deep desire for escapism, for a respite from the harsh realities that dog his every step.

† Dislikes †

The shadows of the protagonist’s soul are cast in stark relief, a kaleidoscope of unpleasantries that refract the light in disturbing ways. Children, those supposed bringers of joy, are a constant source of anger, their very presence an irritating nuisance. Nosy people, gossips, and busybodies earn a special place on his list, their intrusive questions and whispered judgments a personal affront. Prejudice, in all its unpleasant forms, fills him with revulsion, a bitter taste that lingers long after the offending words have faded. Canines, those slavering hounds of chaos, fail to win his affection, and bright colors, far from bringing vitality to his world, only serve to assault his senses. Tiny winged creatures, whether flies or worse, are an endless source of frustration, their mere existence a reminder of the fragility of his carefully curated bubble. But perhaps the deepest, most festering wound is the past, that great weight of mistakes made and regrets endured. Its ghosts linger, always whispering reminders of his flaws, taunting him with the knowledge that he can never truly escape the shadows of his former self. It is a burden he always carries with him, a dark and constant companion. In the realm of the mundane, unexpected endings, whether in history or in life, fill him with a silent rage, loss a personal betrayal.

★ Qualities //1st★

This subject is a study in contrasts, a man of refined tastes and eccentric quirks, with passions and talents as varied as they are intriguing. Cooking, a labor of love passed down from mother to son, allows him to channel his creativity in the most literal sense, transforming raw ingredients into culinary masterpieces. His love of crafts also reveals a softer side, a desire to create beauty where there was once only emptiness. Origami, with its intricate folds and hidden shapes, becomes a form of meditation, a means to quiet the mind and focus on the present moment. Writing, in the form of Wattpad-style melodramatic stories, provides him with an outlet for his vivid imagination, a chance to create entire worlds and characters that exist only on the page. Yet even here, his restless spirit can’t help but wander, leading him on tangents and tangents, his scribbles filling page after page with an endless stream of possibilities. When boredom threatens to overwhelm him, he finds solace in creating random extras and stories, anything that keeps his mind busy and his creativity flowing.

★ Qualities //2nd★

He is a man of many talents and passions, his curiosity knows no bounds. Dance, in all its forms, becomes an outlet for his boundless energy and creativity. From the graceful steps of the waltz to the lively rhythms of the Charleston, he throws himself into each style with unbridled enthusiasm. It is a wonder to behold this tall, lanky figure moving with the grace and fluidity of a seasoned professional. 🕺But even beyond his artistic pursuits, there is a certain something about him, a charm that is impossible to describe in words. He has a way of making you feel as if you are the only person in the world, his attention focused on you whenever you are together. It is a captivating quality, one that makes you want to open up and share your deepest secrets with him. And yet, for all his wonderful qualities, he is not without his flaws. Pride, that most persistent of vices, can sometimes make him seem a little haughty or aloof to those who don’t know him. His tendency to get lost in his own thoughts and daydreams can lead to moments of distraction and forgetfulness. Yet these peculiarities seem to add to his charm, making him even more human and approachable.

† Defects †

Our beloved subject’s shadow self begins to take shape, a mirror image of his many virtues and talents. Egocentrism, that insidious trait, can lead him to prioritize his own desires above all else, his vision turning inward until the rest of the world fades into the background. In social situations, his guarded nature can morph into aloofness, a cold reserve that keeps people at a distance. Those who displease him become the target of his sharp tongue, their flaws and shortcomings magnified until they seem insurmountable. Apathy, that great thief of passion and purpose, can leave him feeling empty and unfulfilled, wandering through life without direction or drive. His thoughts, when left unchecked, can descend into twisted places, perverse fantasies and unhinged rants that reveal a troubled psyche. The spectre of suicide looms over him, a constant shadow hanging over him, a reminder of his deep hopelessness and unwillingness to live. When pushed too far, he can become aggressively defensive, his anger coming to the surface in toxic outbursts. Narcissism, that most insidious of vices, colors his every interaction, making everything revolve around him, his needs, his desires. Classism also rears its ugly head, a snobbish disdain for those deemed beneath him. His body also bears the marks of his flaws, cigarettes burning his lungs and his health slowly deteriorating.

† Diseases †

The subject's physical health begins to reveal subtle cracks, his vision blurring as myopia gradually robs him of his long-distance acuity. Joints that should be firm and strong instead seem hypermobile, the slightest touch setting them into excessive motion. But it is his mental state that tells the true story of misfortune. Emotional hypersensitivity makes even the most innocuous comment feel like a blow, his skin thin and prone to bruising. Anxiety, that great insidious thief of joy, creeps in to steal his peace, leaving only fear and unease in its wake. The specter of paranoid schizophrenia looms, a constant reminder of the twisted thoughts boiling beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment. Depression, that all-consuming darkness, threatens to swallow him whole, leaving only despair and hopelessness in its wake. The dizzying highs and lows of mania also leave him vulnerable, like a rollercoaster of emotions with no stable ground to stand on. Mood swings become the norm, separation anxiety leaves him a wreck when forced to spend even a night away from the comforting embrace of home. It’s a miracle he works, he has so many demons.

•Fobias•

The subject’s phobias begin to take shape, a constellation of fears that color his worldview and dictate his actions. Eisopophobia, the fear of one’s own reflection, causes him to avoid mirrors at all costs, as the prospect of seeing his own image is a source of intense anxiety. Thanatophobia, the fear of death, looms large, a constant reminder of his own mortality that fills him with dread and panic. Astraphobia, the fear of storms and lightning, causes him to be a prisoner of the weather, unable to enjoy the outdoors when the sky darkens. Photophobia, an abnormal sensitivity to light, forces him to live in a dimly lit world, where even the softest lighting is a source of discomfort. And haphephobia, the fear of touch, causes him to distrust physical contact, preferring the sterile distance of a transactional relationship to any deeper connection.