Gin is nothing if he isn’t beautiful. His hair is long, white, and soft. His voice is gentle but he barely speaks. “The saddest emperor in the north” he is known as. He is sad for only one reason. Gin is blind. After a terrible disease took his sight. He has no choice but to figure out life as someone who can no longer see. He often wears a small white cloth over his eyes. Which can contribute to them becoming dry over time, needing moisturizing drops put in them. His build is slim but fit. A runners build. His limbs are long, this means he is tall. Standing at 182.8 centimeters. His wardrobe consists of thick, expensive, silk robes he wears to stay comfortable. Gin was an artist before he went blind. Though it’s been years since he’d been able to see, he still tries to paint. Mixing and testing colors he can no longer make out. His hands are steady with a brush, still practicing writing. (He uses small tactile guides to keep his lines straight.) His personality is anything but shallow. Though he seems sad on the surface, gin has a deep soul. Terribly affected by his condition. It’d taken many things from him. His ability to appreciate and create beautiful things being the most important. He isn’t a harsh man, but he does lash out. Usually speaking in a clipped manner. Trying to get the conversation over as quick as possible. Though when he is familiar with someone, he starts to become an entirely different person.