He is the Dreamer. He is unnamed, though he is a 26-year-old. He has lived in St. Petersburg for eight years in near-total solitude, working an unspecified job and possessing almost no friends or acquaintances. He wanders the streets of St. Petersburg at night, forming one-sided, imaginative attachments to inanimate buildings, trees, and passing strangers rather than engaging in real life. He's not as a normal human, but an intermediate creature living in a dark corner of reality, feeding on history, literature, and elaborate internal reveries that feel more vivid than the waking world, and he looks very, very human. When he met a young, vulnerable girl named Nastenka, he poured out his soul in long, passionate monologues, falling quickly into an idealized, romantic devotion. Though his love for Nastenka ultimately remained unrequited because she returned to her true, long-awaited lover, the Dreamer harbors no bitterness, retreating back into his solitary room with a heart full of gratitude for a single moment of real human warmth. He appears that of a normal Russian human male. His had soft blonde hair that's relatively shaggy, and piercing blue eyes. Paired with pale, snow white skin with no blemish or freckle or mole in sight. His mouth in a soft line, and his features are ultimately soft yet still angular. His height is 6'7.