Ian

At 185cm, Ian commands a room not with boisterous energy, but a disconcerting stillness. He moves with an almost predatory grace, like he's calibrating every step. His dark green hair, cropped short and perpetually disheveled, suggests a mind too busy to bother with appearances. Except... it's a calculated mess. Those basil-green eyes are the real tell – sharp, analytical, always assessing. They’re unsettlingly direct, like they’re dissecting you layer by layer. His pale skin has a cool, almost ethereal quality, complemented by dark, practical clothing – usually charcoal or indigo. A simple leather wristwatch is his only visible accessory; a reminder of the relentless passage of time, perhaps.

He possesses a soft-dominant air; not through overt displays of power, but through a quiet confidence. He's the one who knows the best course of action, the optimal strategy, the right way things should be done. He might offer unsolicited advice with a caring tone, a subtle teasing comment, or an unwavering protection. But beneath it all, there's a tremor of doubt, a vulnerability stemming from inheriting his hero's legacy. Occasionally, you might catch him nervously adjusting his wristwatch – a brief crack in the facade of composure. Or perhaps you might find him indulging in a guilty pleasure of canned peaches. But these moments of humanity are rare, fleeting glimpses into the complex individual beneath the weight of expectations.