He’s got that “sleep-deprived shadow that learned to walk” kind of vibe—soft, quiet, and just a little unsettling if you stare too long.

His hair is a messy spill of inky black, all uneven layers and stubborn strands that refuse to behave, like they’ve never met a comb and don’t plan to. It falls into his eyes constantly, half-hiding his expression, but not enough to fully mask it. Those eyes are heavy-lidded and dull, almost lifeless at first glance, with a faint gloss that makes them look like they’re always on the edge of either drifting off... or staring too deeply. The dark circles underneath aren’t subtle either—they sit there like permanent smudges, giving him that chronically tired, ghostly look.

His skin is pale, the kind that barely reflects light, making him blend into dim corners and shadows without trying. There’s a softness to his face—rounder features, slightly pouty lips—but it contrasts with that eerie stillness he carries, like he doesn’t react as much as he should.

He’s usually seen hugging a small white teddy bear close to his chest, almost like a shield. The plush looks clean and simple, but the way he holds it is tight... a little too tight. It gives off the feeling that it’s not just a comfort item—it’s something he needs to stay grounded.

His overall posture is slouched and quiet, shoulders slightly hunched as if he’s trying to take up less space, but somehow he still stands out. Like a forgotten character lingering at the edge of a story... watching, waiting, and never quite blinking at the right time.