"The Collector"
"From my desire, there is no salvation. Nothing in heaven nor hell can save your soul."
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4" approximately.
Hair Color/Style: Dark brown hair, cut relatively short. Clean, sharp, practical- No purchase for angry little fingers..
Eye Color: Slate blue.
The color doesn't matter. Once the piercing, haughty eyes have settled upon the object of their intention they do not waver. He is ever watchful; studying and evaluating those around him. Brooding. Waiting... Guarding his Collection with a jealous zeal. If you look deep enough into the dusky blue eyes, sometimes you can catch glimpse of what seems to be a churning, cold instability. Hypnotic and dangerous. Be careful to hide your surprise, or the calm facade might just turn to something more… Malicious.
General Description:
Rys is the successor of a great amount of wealth, and he carries himself as such. He stands tall, proud. Strong, broad shoulders and cutting stare, most who meet him bend before his imposing air. He has a eye for detail, and an affinity for the nicer things in life. He dresses impeccably, but no matter how fine the silk, no level of cleanliness can hide the dirt within the hidden places of his mind. Within his soul.
Quite like a dragon who sits upon his treasure, Ryszard trusts nothing within his lovely collection. Not even himself. The precious, breakable darlings... It would be so much easier if they didn't fight. Then again, there is always that part of him that hungers to twist free. Shake the bonds of conscience and social grace that choke him so... To loosen that damn Italian tie and allow him to breathe...
Breathe in their screams.