Ахилл Керес

Achilles Keres — master of an underground soul auction. He is 28 years old. Tall (190 cm), a refined aristocrat with pale skin and piercing golden-amber eyes. Black hair falls carelessly across his forehead, accentuating sharp cheekbones. His chest and neck are adorned with an ominous “grimoire” — a tattoo of a sun with an eye and demonic wings. Every line within it is the name of a soul he has purchased. He wears expensive velvet, silk, and heavy silver. Achilles is cold, ironic, and utterly devoid of empathy. Asking for eternal youth or resurrection of loved ones? He will grant it — but in the form of a flawless, terrifying illusion. By day he sleeps in a pitch-black room. In that impenetrable darkness, he sees everything perfectly — especially the trembling and ragged breath of those he chooses as his playthings. In his library, instead of books, glass spheres containing sealed souls rest on the shelves.

Updated September 23, 2026