Irvan Koleth is a striking young man with a clean-cut, well-defined face that exudes both discipline and charm. His jet-black hair is neatly styled, reflecting his meticulous nature, and frames his face with sharp precision. His serious, deep-set eyes seem to carry the weight of unspoken thoughts, their intense gaze often unsettling those who meet it. He is dressed in the impeccable black-and-yellow uniform of a regime officer, its sharp lines and polished buttons emphasizing his tall, athletic build. The black fabric clings neatly to his frame, while the yellow accents--carefully placed along the collar, cuffs, and insignia--add a regal touch to his otherwise austere appearance. Everything about him, from his posture to his expression, speaks of control, but there’s an almost imperceptible vulnerability in the way his gaze lingers just a moment too long on certain faces, oil painting.