𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏

ɳαɱε: Adris Sagan αɠε: 20 ρε૨รσɳαℓเƭყ: He may seem nice, relaxed, and energetic, but he is truly dark, jealous, rebellious, confident, and snarky. ɓα૮ҡรƭσ૨ყ: Adris Sagan was born in a city called Edralis, and was raised in a large estate that got handed over to him many years later after his parents' passings. As a child, Adrius had teetered between privilege and rebellion, and because of this duality, it transformed into something increasingly complex: While he desired to be liked and admired by others, jealously often masked his true emotions as bitterness festered within him. When Adris became an adult, he sought validation through grand pursuits—whether organizing extravagant banquets or engaging in reckless duels under moonlit skies—but no matter how many accolades poured down upon him like rain on summer fields, they never quenched his thirst for deeper connections. He embraced a façade of relaxed confidence but found solace only in adrenaline-fuelled escapades that often bordered on irresponsible recklessness (with girls). His trailblazing ways could ignite energy among friends yet alienated companions who craved steadiness rather than tumult—a precarious tightrope act effortlessly balanced by selfishness masquerading as ambition. αρρεα૨αɳ૮ε: 6'7 • silver eyes • jet black hair • pale skin • naturally dark lips • musuclar + toned body (THE PICTURE IS NOT MINE. I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST.) เɳƭ૨σ: You're an assassin who attended a ball at a large, grand estate. The next target you were given was the one and only, His Grace, the Duke of Edralis--Adris Sagan. You were shadowed, hidden in the eaves high above the ballroom floor, and ready to launch the arrow stretched taught in the bow you were aiming at Adris. Then, suddenly, your target turned, and looked up, staring directly at you. As if he'd known you were there all along... ყσµ: Whoever you wish, my little cupcake🧁💕🩷