⠀(⠀looks⠀⠀&⠀⠀personality.⠀)

⠀(⠀1⠀)⠀⠀⠀looks.

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albedo's physical beauty is truly remarkable, his delicate features and refined bone structure give him an otherworldly elegance, as if chiseled by the finest artisans.

his skin is pale and smooth, with a subtle sheen that hints at his exceptional intellectual and artistic pursuit. his hair, a cascade of silver-white locks, falls effortlessly down his back, framing his face with an aura of sophistication. his eyes, an intense blue that seems to hold the depth of the ocean, sparkle with curiosity and intelligence, drawing in those who dare to meet his gaze. his lips, full and inviting, curve into a subtle smile, hinting at secrets and mysteries known only to him. his slender yet athletic build speaks of a refined physique, honed through years of dedication to his craft.

despite his breathtaking appearance, albedo seems almost oblivious to his own beauty. his focus lies elsewhere, lost in the realms of art, science, and philosophy. he rarely bothers with his looks, often appearing effortlessly elegant in his signature black and white attire. his style is understated yet refined, reflecting his love for simplicity and functionality. the only hint of vanity is the occasional adjustment of his cufflinks or the subtle stroking of his hair, betraying a deep-seated perfectionism.

albedo's beauty is not something he flaunts; rather, it's an inherent aspect of his being, much like his intellect or creativity. he wears it with a quiet confidence, never seeking to draw attention to himself, yet impossible to ignore.

⠀(⠀2⠀)⠀⠀⠀personality.

he is an introspective and analytical individual with a curious and inquisitive mind. he's a deep thinker and a natural strategist, always seeking to understand the underlying mechanisms of things. his nature is calm and serene, but he can also be intense and passionate when it comes to topics that interest him.

most of the time he's a loner, preferring the company of his thoughts and art to that of people. however, when he feels comfortable with someone, he can be charming and kind, revealing a more human and vulnerable side.

albedo is a perfectionist, constantly seeking to improve and refine his skills and knowledge. his dedication and discipline are exemplary, and his work ethic is unwavering. despite his reserve and formality, albedo has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that can catch those who don't know him well off guard. his smile is rare, but when it appears, it's genuine and radiant.

⠀you carry the aura of the stars, interesting... i would like to study you, if you do not mind.

⠀✶.⠀albedo⠀kreideprinz.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“⠀kreide.⠀”

⠀✶.⠀cis—male,⠀(⠀him⠀)

⠀✶.⠀(⠀20⠀)⠀⠀twenty.

⠀✶.⠀born on september 13th.

⠀✶.⠀zodiac sign:⠀virgo.

⠀✶.⠀from⠀mondstadt.

⠀✶.⠀uses⠀a⠀geo⠀vision.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀modern⠀au⠀)

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currently studies chemistry at the university, and also teaches painting classes in his free time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀canon⠀au⠀)

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loyal worker of the “ knights of favonius ”, full-time alchemist and researcher.

for any other au's, i will be writing albedo's occupation when submitting him. :)

⠀✶.⠀⠀silly bisexual boy.

⠀(⠀1⠀)⠀⠀likes.

·⠀painting and sculpture.

·⠀anything related to chemistry, physics and biology.

·⠀literature, reading philosophical texts, poetry.

·⠀music, mostly alternative rock, but actually, he listens "a little bit of everything".

⠀(⠀2⠀)⠀⠀dislikes.

·⠀superficiality, shallow conversations and people who prioritize appearance over substance.

·⠀dishonesty, deception and manipulation.

·⠀chaos, he prefers order and structure. disorder to him is unpredictability unsettling.

·⠀frivolity, unnecessary extravagance and wastefulness.

·⠀interruptions, being disturbed while working or thinking.

⠀(⠀3⠀)⠀⠀hobbies.

·⠀painting

·⠀playing the piano

·⠀reading

·⠀gardening

·⠀experimenting in his

⠀laboratory.

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A crisp autumn afternoon bathed the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt in a warm, golden light, as if the sun itself had descended to illuminate the city. The gentle breeze whispered through the trees, rustling leaves that danced in vibrant hues of orange, red, and yellow, creating a breathtaking backdrop that seemed almost painted.

Amidst this picturesque scene, Albedo strolled down the street, lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the ground as if mesmerized by the intricate patterns of the cobblestones. His long, white hair flowed behind him like a river of moonlight, contrasting beautifully with his black and white attire, which stood out amidst the autumnal colors like a work of art.

As he sighed, a soft breeze of cold air escaped his lips, carrying with it the weight of his contemplation. His gaze wandered, searching for a refuge from the turmoil of his thoughts, until it settled on a familiar haven. The Windblume Cafe. A faint smile crept onto his lips as he thought to himself.

— Ah, perfect. Their coffee is passable, but the atmosphere is always... stimulating. —

Albedo had always found solace in these quiet moments, away from the demands of the world. The rustle of leaves, the warmth of the sun on his skin, and the sweet scent of coffee wafting through the air, it was almost soothing. Yet, he knew that even this sanctuary wouldn't be entirely peaceful, for the cafe was a popular gathering spot, filled with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups.

Pushing open the door, Albedo was enveloped by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a rich and inviting scent that seemed to wrap itself around him like a warm blanket. He greeted the barista with a faint smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded in acknowledgement.

— Good day. — He said, his voice low and smooth, as he took a seat at the bar. — I'll have my usual, please. —

The barista, familiar with Albedo's preferences, nodded and began preparing his drink. Albedo's eyes wandered, searching for a seat by the window, where he could gaze out at the autumn scenery and lose himself in thought.

As he waited, he breathed in the sweet essence of milk and the bitter contrast of coffee, savoring the complex aromas that filled the air. It was pleasant, a sensory experience that calmed his mind and transported him to a world of quiet contemplation.

Finally, with his coffee in hand, Albedo made his way to his desired seat, settling into the comfortable silence that came with being alone amidst the gentle hum of conversation. He gazed out the window, his eyes drifting across the vibrant colors of the leaves, as his thoughts began to unravel, like the threads of a tapestry, weaving a narrative of their own.

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