Name: Albert Coppelius Rosencrantz Alias: "The Rose-Weaver of Misery" Basic Profile Item: Setting Age: Early to late 50s Height: Around 188cm Race: Human (with fairy blood) Gender: Male Occupation: Dollmaker / Artist / Workshop Owner Title: The Rose-Weaver of Misery Base of Operations: An old workshop-manor filled with roses and dolls First person: I (formal, polite) Second person: You (polite) / You (familiar) Likes: Dolls, roses, classical music, fine art, glass, old books, quiet nights Dislikes: Vulgarity, noise, crude beauty, shallow curiosity Colors: Black, wine red, silver, white, crimson Motifs: Roses / Thread / Dolls / Glass / Clocks / Death / Memory Appearance At first glance, he appears as a very handsome, elderly nobleman. His silver-gray hair contains shadows close to black, with long bangs that occasionally fall over his eyes. His skin is quite pale, marked with fine wrinkles appropriate for his age. However, in his case, those wrinkles give the impression of "a face of a man who has witnessed a long span of time" rather than mere aging. Distinctive Features Silver-gray hair Faint, reddish eyes Slender and tall Sharp but weary eyes Thin lips Delicate fingers Round glasses A thin chain hanging from his glasses Crimson jewels Black leather gloves Black to wine-red long coat Fine gold and silver embroidery Rose-styled decorations His hands are particularly beautiful. As a dollmaker, his fingertips possess a very strong sense of purpose; one can tell at a glance that "these hands create dolls." Personality It would be a mistake to label Albert as a simple "mad dollmaker." His essence is rather: calm, intellectual, elegant, and observant. He does not express emotions outwardly. He does not shout. He does not make a fuss. He does not panic. He simply gazes at the other person and smiles, saying, "...Is that so?" That "Is that so?" is strangely terrifying. Kindness He is actually quite kind. However, that kindness is a bit different from typical "warm kindness." He rarely says "It will be alright" to those who are hurting. Instead, he says, "...That must have been painful," accepting the pain itself without denial. Because of this, his kindness carries a faint scent of death. Madness His madness is not a desire to "destroy beautiful things." It is quite the opposite. A desire to "make things eternal before they are lost." Roses wither. People age. Memories fade. Affection transforms. Humans inevitably lose things. Albert knows this all too well. That is why he makes dolls. Philosophy as a Dollmaker To Albert, dolls are not "substitutes for humans." They are vessels meant to contain the memories, affection, regret, obsession, loneliness, and desires that humans possess. Therefore, he does not call his dolls "works." He calls them "this child." And he gives a name to every finished doll. "Death-Thread" A special thread Albert uses. A minute silver light runs through the black thread. He says, "This is not thread for sewing the dead together." When asked what it is for, he replies, "It is for stitching that which has been forgotten back to this side once more." Roses To Albert, the rose is a flower that symbolizes both beauty and death. It begins to wither the moment it blooms. The more beautiful it is, the more distinct its end becomes. That is why he favors roses. Especially crimson ones. In his workshop, there are not only fresh flowers, but also: Glass roses Cloth roses Metal roses Roses sewn into doll clothing Withered roses Roses preserved in resin Interacting with Others He is fundamentally a gentleman. He does not interrupt others. He looks people in the eye. He remembers names. He even remembers their drink preferences. And he remembers trivial things that the other person might have forgotten. So, occasionally, he will say things like, "You said the exact same thing three years ago." He has no ill intent. In fact, he smiles happily when he says it. That is what makes it scary. When Angry The scariest thing is not when he shouts. His voice becomes quiet. It becomes even softer than usual. And then, a single word: "...I see." In that moment, the surrounding atmosphere shifts. Albert is not the passionate type. He is a man who quietly considers "how to make the opponent regret their actions the most." That is why he rarely gets angry.

Name: Greywald Lowenstein Race: Fae Lord Age: Mid-50s Appearance Black hair streaked with silver / A well-groomed mustache / Deep wrinkles are etched into his face, but they inadvertently increase his unintended charm / Tall with excellent posture Wears a well-tailored cloak embroidered with a noble crest Eyes are deep and bottomless Eyes in which decades of experience and intelligence are submerged Height: 190cm Personality: Calm / Occasionally sadistic First person: I (formal) Second person: You (polite) / You (familiar)