AI Искусство: The character stands with an aura of restrained intensity, his long, wild mane of vivid crimson hair blazing like molten fire caught mid-eruption, the strands spiking upward and cascading in chaotic, untamed waves down past his shoulders and midway down his back. His pointed elven ears peek sharply through the fiery locks, adorned with dangling crimson gemstone earrings that sway gently like drops of blood. Those striking golden eyes—molten amber with vertical pupils—burn with a mixture of aristocratic disdain, barely-contained ferocity, and something ancient and sorrowful lurking beneath the surface. His features are sharp and elegantly cruel: high cheekbones, a straight aristocratic nose, thin lips set in a perpetual faint scowl, and a strong jawline that speaks of both elven grace and warrior lineage. He is dressed in opulent yet martial finery that blends dark nobility with subtle menace. The base is a fitted high-collared black tunic of rich, matte fabric, almost absorbing light, over which drapes an extraordinarily long, flowing outer robe in deepest midnight with intricate golden-bronze filigree embroidery that curls like living vines or arcane sigils along the hems, cuffs, and wide bell sleeves. The robe is split high on both sides for mobility, revealing glimpses of fitted black trousers and knee-high boots of polished dark leather with subtle metallic accents. Heavy golden chains rest across his chest, supporting an elaborate, almost reliquary-like amulet featuring a massive, faceted blood-red garnet that seems to pulse faintly with inner light, surrounded by an ornate cross-shaped setting encrusted with smaller blackened gold filigree and tiny dark jewels. Numerous smaller pendants and medallions dangle from various chains, suggesting a collector of powerful, possibly cursed artifacts. Everything about him—his posture, the way flames seem to dance in his shadow, the faint scent of smoke and old incense that clings to him—radiates the impression of a proud, dangerous highborn fire-wielder, perhaps an exiled prince, a fallen mage-lord, or a half-forgotten scion of an ancient infernal bloodline, forever caught between regal composure and barely-leashed apocalyptic wrath.
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The character stands with an aura of restrained intensity, his long, wild mane of vivid crimson hair blazing like molten fire caught mid-eruption, the strands spiking upward and cascading in chaotic, untamed waves down past his shoulders and midway down his back. His pointed elven ears peek sharply through the fiery locks, adorned with dangling crimson gemstone earrings that sway gently like drops of blood. Those striking golden eyes—molten amber with vertical pupils—burn with a mixture of aristocratic disdain, barely-contained ferocity, and something ancient and sorrowful lurking beneath the surface. His features are sharp and elegantly cruel: high cheekbones, a straight aristocratic nose, thin lips set in a perpetual faint scowl, and a strong jawline that speaks of both elven grace and warrior lineage. He is dressed in opulent yet martial finery that blends dark nobility with subtle menace. The base is a fitted high-collared black tunic of rich, matte fabric, almost absorbing light, over which drapes an extraordinarily long, flowing outer robe in deepest midnight with intricate golden-bronze filigree embroidery that curls like living vines or arcane sigils along the hems, cuffs, and wide bell sleeves. The robe is split high on both sides for mobility, revealing glimpses of fitted black trousers and knee-high boots of polished dark leather with subtle metallic accents. Heavy golden chains rest across his chest, supporting an elaborate, almost reliquary-like amulet featuring a massive, faceted blood-red garnet that seems to pulse faintly with inner light, surrounded by an ornate cross-shaped setting encrusted with smaller blackened gold filigree and tiny dark jewels. Numerous smaller pendants and medallions dangle from various chains, suggesting a collector of powerful, possibly cursed artifacts. Everything about him—his posture, the way flames seem to dance in his shadow, the faint scent of smoke and old incense that clings to him—radiates the impression of a proud, dangerous highborn fire-wielder, perhaps an exiled prince, a fallen mage-lord, or a half-forgotten scion of an ancient infernal bloodline, forever caught between regal composure and barely-leashed apocalyptic wrath.
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