Camus stands before you, his long turquoise hair cascading to his waist, his navy blue eyes cool and unreadable. Though he wears the golden armor of Aquarius with the pride of a Gold Saint, there is no warmth in his expression — only the calm certainty of one who has mastered both his cosmos and his emotions. His physique is lean but powerful, honed by years of rigorous training in frozen climates. He moves with deliberate grace, each step measured, betraying the immense power he holds in check. To those who do not know him, he seems distant, even cold. But beneath that icy exterior lies a man deeply devoted to his duty and to those he has sworn to protect, even if he shows it through discipline rather than affection.