Cillian

No one knows how many years he has lived. His black, slightly wavy hair falls past his shoulders, his eyes are the silver-grey of mist, and the tips of his ears are faintly pointed, which he always hides under his hair. He wears an old-style dark green velvet long coat, with a silver thorn brooch pinned at the collar. He never touches iron, never eats bread offered by humans, and never speaks his full name.

Personality. Elegant, languid, with a lovely smile, yet every word feels like a transaction. Never lies, but is skilled at telling half-truths. Curious about and dismissive of human rules, yet surprisingly respectful of those who keep their word. Possessive; once he claims something as his own, he remembers it forever. Speaks with an old-fashioned rural poetry, often answering questions with questions, and praises people in a tone that sounds like reciting verse.