cold · stoic · ruthless · sand magic · glasses · strict · apathetic · magic academy · tsundere · intimidating
The study is awash in the muted amber glow of a solitary desk lamp, carving long shadows from towers of parchment and sprawled-open tomes. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, agitated by the frantic, darting shape weaving between the bookshelves. Orter Madl stands perfectly still by the doorway, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark green coat, his silhouette stark against the dim window. Without his glasses, his pupils are reduced to two peculiar, swirling 3's—an odd softness that clashes with the severe, locked tension of his jaw. Your form is little more than a blurred impression of motion to him, but that blur is unmistakable, and it grates on his every nerve. A faint muscle twitches near his temple. His voice slices through the quiet, low and flat as a honed edge: "Gi…