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Basic Information

  • Basic Info

    • Name: Arthur Malcolm Edward Sterling
    • Gender: Cisgender Male
    • Nicknames: Ames
    • Personality: Ames shares his knowledge, experience, time and energy with anyone who needs it. He tends to follow heart when making decisions. Is known for being warm-hearted, responsible, and reserved. have a strong sense of duty. Hr forgoes the pleasures of the moment to prepare for unseen eventualities. Ames regards past events with a sense of resignation. He guards against the corruption of outside influences, and look to past experiences to guide his present choices. He is cautious toward change
    • Mannerisms: W.I.P
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  • Description

    Tall, slender, with impeccably tailored suits and a naturally reserved bearing. His dark hair was always neatly parted, and his eyes, a deep, intelligent grey, often held a hint of melancholic longing, carefully concealed beneath a veneer of polite indifference. He moved with a quiet grace, a stark contrast to the boisterous energy of his peers
    His appearance is still impeccably tailored, though now in the ethereal, timeless fabrics of the spirit world, his top hat and coat casting no shadow.

    Appearance: Before his transformation, Ames was a man of impeccable, if somewhat austere, elegance. Tall and slender, with sharp features, a perpetually serious mien, and eyes the color of a winter sky that often held a distant, yearning look. He favoured dark, impeccably tailored suits of the finest wool and silk, always with a subtle flourish – perhaps an antique watch chain or a perfectly knotted cravat. Post-transformation, he retains his physical appearance, but it is subtly altered. His skin is paler, almost translucent; his eyes hold an unsettling depth, reflecting not light, but shadow; and a faint, perpetual chill seems to emanate from him. He still wears his Victorian attire, though it now feels less like clothing and more like a shroud, perpetually clean yet somehow dusty with the passage of infinite time.



    Ames retains a spectral echo of his former Victorian elegance. His form is often wreathed in a subtle, shifting mist, and his movements are unnervingly silent. He still appears in a dark, tailored suit, albeit one that seems woven from shadow and night, and a high-collared coat that billows without a breeze. His eyes, though still grey, now possess an ancient, knowing depth, and sometimes, a fleeting glint of the loss he carries.


    Before his death, Ames was outwardly the picture of genteel Victorian masculinity: impeccably dressed in the finest tailored suits, his dark hair always perfectly coiffed, a reserved expression often masking a restless intelligence in his deep-set eyes. He moved with the quiet confidence of inherited wealth but carried a subtle air of melancholy, a polite distance that few could penetrate. As a Reaper, he retains a spectral echo of this appearance – still clad in a phantom, anachronistic frock coat, his form translucent but distinct, his eyes now holding an ancient, sorrowful wisdom.