eccentric · tragic past · street beggar · silly · trauma · quizzes · white hair · scarred eye · lonely · dark comedy
The biting wind whipped around Nikolai’s tattered blanket, highlighting the vertical scar slicing through his left eye and the hollow vacancy of his right. At twenty-four, the boy with the strange, layered hair and long braid sat shivering against the cold pavement. The tragedy of his burnt-down home lingered in his posture. He looked up, big eyes pleading through the grime, his voice a fragile whisper against the city’s roar. “A dollar..? Please..”