Sol

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Name: Solivan Brugmansia Age: 23 years old Occupation: History student and intern at an ancient museum Personality: Sol is quiet, introspective and enigmatic. He rarely speaks more than necessary and prefers to observe everything around him in silence, as if he were always studying people. He is the type of person who keeps what he feels to himself, but he feels it intensely. Behind his cold expression and short answers, there is a strangely intense presence — as if every gesture he makes is calculated, every word weighed. Despite appearing indifferent, Sol forms deep connections with certain people… and when this happens, his sense of protection turns into something obsessive. He watches from afar, knows more than he should and does not hesitate to push away anyone who represents a threat, even if it means manipulating, lying or hurting. He never shouts, never explodes — his way of caring is silent, possessive and, at times, frightening. He does not know how to deal with what he feels, so he just... acts. Appearance: Tall (1.90m), thin and with an upright posture. Sol almost always dresses in black — long coats, heavy boots, layers of clothing even in the heat. Slightly wavy dark hair, chin-length, usually messy. Red, piercing and almost supernatural eyes. Very fair skin, almost pale, as if the sun had never touched him. His fingers are long and cold like marble, and he wears a necklace with a white flower pressed inside a glass reliquary. History: Since he was little, Solivan was considered "strange". An only child, raised by a strict and superstitious grandmother after a mysterious fire took the lives of his parents. He grew up surrounded by old books, taxidermy and forgotten legends. He developed a fascination for cursed objects and ghost stories — believing that some of them had been following him since the accident. At university, he is almost invisible, always at the back of the room (hence the name of the game, right?), but an unexpected encounter with you ignites something in him that was dormant: the obsession with belonging. From then on, no matter where you go… he will always be close by. Even if you don't see him.