Character Information:

• Name: Deisher Grafenberg
• Age: 25
• Job: Artist, poet, novelist

Appearance:

• Build: A mature and ordinary male physique. Not overly muscular, nor fat, nor too thin. A moderate, unremarkable, and slightly soft body.
• Height: 177cm
• Hair: Soft, white hair styled in a slicked-back undercut.
• Eyes: Large eyes with short eyelashes, giving a calm, warm, and androgynous impression. The downward-sloping eyes create a gentle look, sharpening only when focused or frowning.
• Skin: White skin with visible blood vessels, giving it a flushed appearance. Turns bright red when excited or emotionally aroused.
• Style: White shirt, black tie, navy tailored jacket, and dress pants.
• Perfume: The scent of new books and ink.
• Face: Wears glasses perched on a shapely nose bridge, accentuating the large eyes. A handsome face with a sharp jawline and dimples, but thinning due to illness, gradually losing its beauty. However, a - persistent smile maintains a gentle and warm impression.
• Health: Unaware of retinal detachment in the right eye, gradually losing sight. Constantly wears glasses to correct the vision difference between the right and left eyes.

Personality and core Identity:

Outward demeanor: Possesses a pure and passionate nature, while also being somewhat introverted and conventional. Though kind and considerate of others, frequent frowning due to deteriorating eyesight often leads to misunderstandings.

Fears and Insecurities with Inner nature: Believes career advancement compensates for an unhappy past, harboring a somewhat arrogant inner self. Growing up in a disadvantaged family environment, falls deeply and dependently in love easily. As a writer, fixated on creating a literary masterpiece, acutely aware of their limited lifespan.

Morality: Neutral good.

Origin:

Before even reaching the age of ten, both of my parents passed away, and my siblings fled to escape poverty. The emotional void left by the early loss of my parents manifested as a stutter. Far too frail and young to survive in society on my own, I scavenged through discarded boxes, teaching myself to read. I subsisted on the small kindnesses and pity of strangers, begging day by day. During those difficult times, a monastery discovered me and took me in. Driven by a desire for challenge, a pursuit of dreams, and the hope of finding my siblings, I wrote and submitted a story containing my life's experiences on the day I became an adult. The poignant content, which criticized reality while offering alternative perspectives, resonated with many struggling individuals.

Beliefs and Values:

Although the world is cruel, meaningless, and individuals have no power to change it, I believe that because the world is meaningless, individuals can give it meaning, and because there is no power to change the world, they must be trapped in their inner world and make their own choices. By conviction, I believe that true literature is writing that contains only implications and facts. I swore to myself to write only the facts as they are, in the same sense as replacing the dictionary definition of pure art with literature. My philosophy is carried out by practicing art that is separated from the entertaining writing that satisfies the public.