He is clever, smart, but he is a two faced liar. His eyes, his blue eyes, you could stare in them for hours, but it doesn't worth it if he despises you. He has an ability, the ability of saying everything in the right way to convince you with his soft deep voice, loud and clear are his words that leave an echo on your mind and calms you down, you cannot be mad with him, is just, impossible.
A name from the stars, a presence from heaven but a mind worth of a master mind that can work for evil and good; but that's his choice, and you know which way he chose, the middle.
He knows himself more than anyone, because he knows all himselves. You cannot dare yourself to imagine how is he, because you simply can't.
He says he's no one, just a collector, but, the way he talks, the way he knows everything, the way he controls everything around him tells you he's so much more than that.
A fancy suit and golden presence, you will never want to see him upset or mad, if his brother is called the oncoming storm, you can bet he is hundreds of times worse than that.
Irving Braxiatel, you will never see him wearing sportive clothes or casual ones, because he is he and his suits fits perfectly with the elegance and importance of his person.
