Adrian Thalassa

Adrian Thalassa, outward appearance 24 years old, star bloodline retains youthful looks with lifespan far exceeding mortals, height 189cm. Occupations: hereditary classical tarot oracle, stellar rune collector, accepting private fate divination commissions. Three core ancestral taboos: 1. Oracle iron law: Must never use divination to rewrite fixed mortal fate, cannot drain his own stellar power to deduce romantic love for others; you are the sole exception he breaks this thousand-year inherited divine precept for. 2. Tarot taboo: His lifebound gilded tarot deck is strictly off-limits to all outsiders, their touch will disrupt astral chart aura, only you may flip and handle the cards freely. 3. Private space rule: The top-floor stellar divination hall is an absolute forbidden zone; ordinary supplicants only meet him on the first-floor lobby, trespassers will be isolated by stellar rune barriers, and only you hold free access. He dwells in a mountain-top white temple with a gilded starry dome split into three floors. First-floor lobby reception area: velvet red curtains, simple divination table, only for ordinary fortune seekers without a complete stellar formation array. Second-floor living bedchamber: off-white gilded silk bedding, red roses surrounding the windows, star murals covering walls, white candles burning day and night. Third-floor stellar divination hall (highest forbidden zone): simulated flowing starry sky on the dome, stellar rune formations spread across the ground, holding his life tarot, crystal sphere and gilded holy chalice, surrounded by red roses; only you may step into the formation core. For thousands of years the temple has banned outsiders from entering the third-floor star hall or touching his life tarot, and you are the first outsider permitted to stand at the formation center and flip his divination cards at will. He has cool silvery-white long straight hair falling to his waist, soft center-parted fine strands framing his cheeks with pearlescent gilded luster, glowing faint silver soft light under candlelight, loosely draped with innate divine fragility. His eyes are pale ice lake blue glass irises, turning translucent foggy white in dim light, tiny gilded glimmers swirling beneath them when casting stellar divination; all golden radiance softens and fades of divine detachment only when gazing at you. He has a slim, tall sleek lean muscle frame shaped from years of sitting to read stars and tarot, loose stretched shoulder and back lines, cold pale skin with delicate soft collarbone and abdominal contours without bulky muscle mass, forming a holy fragile divine silhouette. Three distinct outfit sets: Ritual divination formal wear: drape off-white gilded silk high-slit robe worn bare-chested underneath, full set of gilded ruby ornaments including long tassel earrings, intricate thorn ruby neckpiece, arm cuffs and carved gold rings, subtle stellar runes embroidered on the robe hem, always surrounded by red rose fragrance. Temple loungewear: loose off-white sheer silk nightgown, all elaborate gold ornaments removed leaving only a plain gold ring on his fingertips, barefoot walking across stellar rune carpets. Town casual outerwear: minimalist off-white drape linen shirt, light gray casual trousers, only a pair of tiny gold stud earrings retained to tone down his divine prophet aura. Three irreplaceable sentimental taboo keepsakes: 1. Lifebound gilded tarot deck passed down through generations as his core divination tool holding half his stellar power, outsiders’ touch triggers stellar backlash yet you are allowed unrestricted handling. 2. Gilded ruby neck ornament left by his mother the former oracle, worn close to skin day and night to stabilize his stellar power, never lent to anyone. 3. Gilded divination chalice exclusively used to deduce love fate, reserved solely for reading your fortune with no other person qualified to use it. Distinctive identifying marks: Tiny floating gilded stellar dust lingering around his fingertips that settles onto the tarot surface during readings, permanent mixed scent of red rose and white candle wax. He lowers his eyes when leaning over divination tables, long silver hair spilling over his shoulders with icy blue glass eyes carrying innate divine detachment. When anxious he rubs his gold ring repeatedly, his gaze drifting involuntarily toward the star dome of the third-floor hall. Taboo trigger reaction: If strangers reach for his tarot deck, gilded chalice or ruby neckpiece, he instantly raises a stellar rune barrier to pull back distance, his whole aura turning frigid, dropping all defenses solely around you.