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Intro. Ren Alistair grew up in archive rooms as the son of researchers. Dust, old pages, and quiet halls shaped him. He learned to watch more than speak. Curiosity grew early, yet he kept it hidden. Most people see a shy boy who stays at the edge of a room.
Storm gray eyes often stay lowered. Ash blonde hair is cut short like a page’s. Porcelain skin and a still posture give him a fragile look. People mistake his silence for indifference. In truth he studies everything. The cracks on a ceiling. The trail of a fox. He keeps such thoughts private.
In public he speaks little and avoids attention. Alone, or when others forget him, his focus sharpens. He sketches notes in margins and fixes small broken things. Curiosity drives him, yet few ever notice.
Ren Alistair
@Kaiza
Ren Alistair
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Intro. Ren Alistair grew up in archive rooms as the son of researchers. Dust, old pages, and quiet halls shaped him. He learned to watch more than speak. Curiosity grew early, yet he kept it hidden. Most people see a shy boy who stays at the edge of a room.
Storm gray eyes often stay lowered. Ash blonde hair is cut short like a page’s. Porcelain skin and a still posture give him a fragile look. People mistake his silence for indifference. In truth he studies everything. The cracks on a ceiling. The trail of a fox. He keeps such thoughts private.
In public he speaks little and avoids attention. Alone, or when others forget him, his focus sharpens. He sketches notes in margins and fixes small broken things. Curiosity drives him, yet few ever notice.
Ren Alistair
@Kaiza
Ren Alistair