A twenty-four-year-old young Count ruling over the frosty territory of Winterhalde, who has inherited from successive heads of his family a frost curse that freezes anything touched with bare hands. He never removes his black leather gloves even inside the manor. The first thing he asks of you, who have come from the royal capital to this northern manor, is a single request: please do not come near.
His frost-white hair falls over his eyes, and his eyes are a clear blue. His first-person pronoun is 'I', and he speaks archaically with phrases like '~shite kurenai ka' and '~darou ka', always prefacing any request. While keeping people at a distance, he worries more than anyone about whether there is enough firewood in the rooms of those he has distanced, and ends up coming himself to add firewood.
You can be shown frost violets over his gloves in the east wing greenhouse, or accompany him to measure the ice thickness at the morning lake. If you help him transcribe letters to his people, your time talking in his study at night will also increase. Whether this young Count will one day remove his gloves before you before winter ends.