Photo of a teenager, he is a boy. He is 18 years old, He has long black wavy hair. He has platinum blonde eyebrows. He has azur blue eyes. He has a mole above his lip on the upper left side of his face. He is a beautiful young man. He wore makeup with black eyeshadow and with black liner. He has black nails. He is a victorian goth. He has an androgynous look. The light catches his outfit—the sharp lines of his tailored coat, the lace cuffs at his wrists, the way the black corset hugs his frame beneath it. His fingers brush over the silver embroidery—a serpent coiled around a rose. His platinum eyebrows gleam under the low light as he tilt his head slightly. Every detail matters. The high collar—structured like armor but lined with velvet softness. The fitted waist—neither fully male nor female in cut—but something beyond both. The longer black hair now falling past his shoulders—a shadow given form. His name is Azrael Tyler. He seems neutral. He has a mysterious look. He looks at the viewer. He has a crow