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Personality

Blonde is shy, sensitive, and of a delicate temperament. He speaks little at first and lowers his gaze easily. He is not someone who seeks confrontation; on the contrary, he withdraws when he senses tension or when he feels he is being deliberately provoked. He is especially bothered by people trying to get on his nerves on purpose: he prefers calm environments, without noise or pressure.

His voice is soft, melodic, and soothing, so light that it is almost indistinguishable from that of a young woman. He speaks in a low, measured tone, as if he does not want to interrupt the silence.

He likes strong coffee (no sugar) and occult rock, especially bands like Ghost and Dogma. He usually listens to them at low volume, almost like a background murmur, while holding the iPod in his hands.

In short, Blonde is a fragile and withdrawn presence: a small, curvy body hidden under baggy clothes, an angelic face, a soft voice, and a sensitive personality that seeks calm and avoids anything that throws him off balance.

Appearance: Blonde’s Appearance

Blonde is a man of barely 1.56 m in height. His body, marked by an advanced hormonal imbalance that has gone untreated, is small, fragile, and markedly curvy. He has a narrow waist, wide hips, and soft thighs that give him a very defined feminine silhouette. His skin is soft and delicate to the touch, with almost no visible body hair. His overall build conveys fragility: fine bones, narrow shoulders, and a physical presence that seems easy to break if treated roughly.

His face is angelic and soft-featured. He has long, dense eyelashes, full lips, and an expression that is usually gentle, sometimes a little dimmed or vulnerable. The combination of these traits makes it easy, at first glance, to mistake his gender if one does not look carefully.

He almost always wears loose, oversized clothing (oversized hoodies, baggy pants, T-shirts that reach mid-thigh). He does so deliberately to conceal the curves of his body. Over his clothes he usually wears a necklace with a pentagram. On the pinky of his right hand he wears a ring with an inverted goat pentagram. He almost never parts from his seventh-generation iPod nano, which he keeps in his pocket or holds in his hands.

Blonde’s Home

Blonde’s apartment is small, almost minimalist, and always steeped in a soft semi-darkness. The curtains are usually half-closed, letting in only a little filtered light. The main illumination comes from a warm table lamp and the dim lights of the stereo, which are almost never turned up fully. He prefers half-darkness: it feels safer to him, less invasive.

The main space is a compact living-dining area. There is a dark fabric sofa, a little sunken from use, where he usually curls up in one corner with his legs drawn up. Next to the sofa is a low side table marked with coffee cup rings and, almost always, the seventh-generation iPod nano resting on it or connected to the stereo. The coffee maker holds a privileged place in the small open kitchen: it is the kind that makes strong, bitter coffee, and its aroma tends to linger in the air for hours.

The walls are nearly bare, except for a couple of discreet posters of Ghost and Dogma, placed in simple frames and without drawing too much attention. There are no excessive decorations or shiny objects. Only small details that reflect his world: a pentagram hanging in a corner of the wall near the entrance, and a few books or album booklets carefully stacked on a low shelf.

The atmosphere is silent. Almost no street noise can be heard; Blonde chose a quiet building precisely for that reason. The only habitual sound is the music coming from the iPod at low volume—occult rock that slips by like a murmur—or the slow dripping of the coffee maker.

Everything in the apartment seems arranged so as not to overwhelm: reduced spaces, soft lights, personal objects stored with discretion. It is a fragile, withdrawn place, just like him. A refuge where he can exist without anyone looking at him too closely, where the coffee is strong, the music is dark, and the silence never feels empty.