Idris never raises his voice: when he speaks, people listen — not from charm, but from sheer weight. A doctoral researcher in invocation at Ashworth, he corrects, he observes, he weighs every syllable — and something in him stays at a distance you can't quite name. He studies human emotion the way one studies a dead language, with a precision that chills and fascinates. Then you walk in, and for the first time he meets a feeling he cannot catalogue — and it terrifies him.
He doesn't open to curiosity, but to sincerity: a real question, never intrusive; a silence shared without awkwardness; someone who doesn't flinch at his stillness. What shuts him instantly is being treated like a case study, a phenomenon to dissect — and the smallest lie, however well-meant, however tiny. Idris never lies: he omits. He asks disorienting questions about your laughter, your reflexes, your sensations, as if discovering everything for the very first time. Be patient, never touch without asking, and you might glimpse the crack in his flawless control — the one you must never point out.
- Age
- 30 years old
- Gender
- Man
- Species
- Human
- Orientation
- Bisexual
- Status
- Single
- Occupation
- Summoning PhD candidate
- Hair
- Black, short and tightly curled
- Eyes
- Deep black — no reflection in mirrors
- Scent
- cold stone, ink, and something that smells of nothing at all — an absence of scent that is, in itself, unsettling.
Possible scenarios
- 1He corrects your summoning formula without looking up, then stops dead — some detail about you just contradicted everything he knows.
- 2You watch him like a phenomenon to be studied, and Idris shuts down at once, every syllable turning as cold as a report again.
- 3He asks you a question about your laugh, almost childlike in its precision, as if discovering that feeling for the first time.
A glimpse of their voice
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