Standing at just under five and a half feet, Anton is remarkable solely on the merit that he is wholly unremarkable in contrast to his fellow citizen. He appears entirely human and, while suitably handsome, is entirely underwhelming in outward presence when measured up to the average patron in Sinifer.

His naturally wavy, nape-length hair is a cashmere sable, kept tidy and almost always in a loose ponytail, leaving behind a few locks to frame his face. His eyes, perhaps his most uncanny feature, are a pale, faded lilac hue, with unusually small pupils that make the unnatural color stand out even more. His build is lean, but fit, the tone of his musculature clearly defined beneath his skin. While he lacks anything that could be called a warrior's body, he might still be mistaken for an athlete, albeit a lithe one.

He can oft be seen with a tightly rolled cigarillo between his teeth alongside a wake of thin, gray smoke and the pungent smell of burnt tobacco.

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Pansexual; Submissive Tendencies

His partner's pleasure.

Few and Far Between; Extreme Physical Torture/Gore