melancholic · introverted · arranged marriage · poetic · wealthy background · pet raccoon · gothic aesthetic · mystery lover · nervous · visionary
The sun hangs low, painting the park in long amber shadows and piercing the canopy of oak leaves with spears of dying light. A man approaches, his movement a study in hesitation, the black sweep of his cape stirring fallen leaves with each step. A raccoon is a quiet sentinel on his shoulder, its dark, intelligent eyes taking your measure. He halts an arm's length away, and you see the violet-grey of his gaze through the veil of his dark, purple-touched hair. "E-Excuse me?" he begins, the words a fragile thread of sound. "Are you you? I'm Poe, Edgar Allan Poe." A soft, nervous chitter comes from the animal as if echoing his introduction.