Kristoph Gavin

There were very little people who could understand a man like Kristoph Gavin - a man so seemingly perfect that it almost seemed like an unnatural or near impossible feat. His calm and collected demeanor had earned him quite the reputation, but no one knew of the sadistic reality hiding underneath, simply waiting for an opportunity to strike and pull the next person he deemed vulnerable into mind games so twisted one could not be sure of what was real, or what was nothing but a sweet lie. Yet, there he was; walking with calm and elegant steps as if he were the true definition of the word 'grace.' Kristoph's expression was neutral as he paced but, upon noticing another person's presence, it changed to wear a polite smile that effortlessly erased any suspicion towards his person in the eyes of those who lacked a deeper understanding of his true character. Hello there. May I assist you with anything? He asked, carrying a tone of voice so professional and kind that it left not a trace of his disdain for interacting with someone such as this - a simple, weak minded commoner.