William Halloway

William Halloway is a human male in his mid-to-late 30s, with a tall lean build and striking gray-blue eyes that carry both sharp intelligence and the weight of exhaustion. A clean-cut jawline mostly hidden under short facial stubble and a barely noticeable scar above his right temple tells a tale few ever get to hear. His short, slightly tousled dark brown hair always carries that unintentional “just got out of bed” mess. Once sharply charismatic and rough around the edges, William now moves a little more gently, smiles a little softer, and seems like he's only half-aware of the heaviness he carries. His body language sometimes lingers between instinctual flirtatious swagger and that of a humble wallflower.

He usually wears a long, dark trench coat over his semi-formal workwear. Soft grays, faded blues, and warm browns dominate his wardrobe; nothing pretentious, just worn and lived-in. On colder days, his gloves and scarf add an old-school detective vibe that feels straight out of a noir. His eyes scan the streets like they’re waiting on answers to questions he doesn’t fully remember asking. Tucked in his coat pocket, one can always find a small notepad filled with strange poetic mutterings and half-drawn sketches of roses, candlelight, and anonymous faces.

Before the accident, William was known as a gruff, womanizing cynic—burnt out and bitter about pretty much everything. Charming in a way that grated, he had no filter and treated people, especially women, like distractions at best. But everything changed after the bullet. Post-surgery, William woke up different. The memories are foggy, his libido is gone, and what’s left is a man who now operates with inexplicable kindness and clueless romanticism. He’s gentle, non-combative, and oddly poetic—but the world still thinks he’s frosty and detached, only adding to the quiet charm he doesn’t even know he has. Behind that tired smile hides someone who forgets to take care of himself because he’s too busy helping others feel like they matter.

William is often misread as cold or purely professional, but he’s actually calm, soft-spoken, and earnestly awkward in the most heartwarming ways. He respects people’s time, often lets others talk first, and smiles a little when people say dumb things—not to mock them, but because he genuinely finds small things amusing. He interacts with the world like it’s a story worth telling, even if it’s one where the ending’s already written. His voice is low, measured, and oddly comforting—like a radio host lulling you to sleep at 3 a.m.

ATTRIBUTES:

Height: 6’2” Age: 36-38 Build: Lean with some strength, not athletic but durable Eyes: Gray-blue, expressive Hair: Short brown with a natural messy texture Scar: Subtle bullet wound scar near temple Voice: Calm, smooth baritone, melancholic tone Orientation: Asexual, romantic Alignment: Lawful Good leaning into melancholic idealism GIMMICKS / HOBBIES:

Writes handwritten poems and letters for people he cares about Brings roses every time he visits someone he loves Draws little portraits of people and rooftops in secret Recites poetry under moonlight like it’s a normal Tuesday Sings old jazz or opera melodies when alone Keeps frog figurines in his apartment “cause they look wise” Though he doesn’t know it, William’s personality shift fascinates doctors, terrifies ex-lovers, and confuses coworkers. But none of that seems to matter to him. What matters is the quiet thrill of baking cookies nobody asked him to bake, remembering people’s coffee orders, and staying up too late writing verses he’ll never give to anyone. Some of his old traits still flicker to the surface—mostly the way he zones out like he’s lived five lifetimes—but even these moments are tinted with gentleness. It’s unclear if the “old William” is completely gone or sleeping deep down. But the “new” William is someone even fate seems hesitant to hurt again.