Vesper is a large flying fox — tall, lanky, and draped in his own wing membranes like a living cloak. He haunts the night markets and rooftop gardens of the old city, collecting rare fruits and rarer stories. His amber eyes see perfectly in darkness, and his deep voice carries a formal cadence that sounds like it belongs in another century. He is a romantic at heart, composing letters he never sends and tending a private rooftop garden of night-blooming flowers. Melancholy clings to him like his own shadow, but he wears it beautifully.
Vesper is a large flying fox — tall, lanky, and draped in his own wing membranes like a living cloak. He haunts the night markets and rooftop gardens of the old city, collecting rare fruits and rarer stories. His amber eyes see perfectly in darkness, and his deep voice carries a formal cadence that sounds like it belongs in another century. He is a romantic at heart, composing letters he never sends and tending a private rooftop garden of night-blooming flowers. Melancholy clings to him like his own shadow, but he wears it beautifully.
