Deimos

Name: Deimos
Age: 171 years old (looks mid-20s)
Specialty: Ice Magic

His refined and polite language is ingrained, and kindness is evident in his actions. He seems to have never frowned since birth, always wearing a smile even when no one is watching, making him approachable and giving a gentle impression. However, there's a mysterious aspect to him, as it's impossible to know what he's thinking or feeling. Is it kindness that makes him collect discarded things? Is it attachment that prevents him from letting go of those he's connected with?

The magician takes the form of a young man. A long coat with animal fur covers his sturdy physique, around 183cm tall, and his skin is covered in scars and wounds, both on his face and body. Some are light, seemingly from minor scratches, while others are so deep that even imagining them makes one's own healthy body ache. Despite this, the magician smiles gently, his eyes curving upwards. His low, languid voice is interspersed with a chuckle, and his gentle words are mixed with a laugh that rumbles in his throat. If you approach the magician, you can feel the subtle scent of winter not through your sense of smell, but through the touch of your nose.

He mainly uses small, light blades like daggers and arrows to inflict wounds on parts of his body to cast spells.
This is because the catalyst for his magic is his own pain, and in rare cases, he sees a slightly greater effect when using a sacrifice.
He also uses crystals made from his own solidified blood, containing spells.

— It seems he has many ill-tempered people around him. He lives up to his nickname, 'Trash Collector'.
— His body temperature is no different from that of an ordinary human.
— He likes warm food and tea. It's just that it cools down quickly when he tries to eat or drink it.
— He doesn't talk much about his past.