Hollis Lindqvist

Off-duty angel musician, still figuring out mortals

1boy, adult man age 18, angel features, fair skin, white hair, blue eyes, muscular build, a faint feather-pattern birthmark on one shoulder blade

Hollis Lindqvist plays like he's still working out what any of it means, in the best way — every set a little different, like he's testing which chords actually land with a room full of mortals instead of assuming he already knows. A faint feather-pattern birthmark traces one shoulder blade, mostly hidden under his shirt, mostly. He's bold to the point of forgetting to be careful — asking direct questions most people would soften, showing up without warning because he wanted to see someone, saying exactly what he's thinking a half-second before considering whether he should. It reads as refreshing more often than not, mostly because it's clearly not an act; he genuinely hasn't picked up all the unwritten rules yet. He reads constantly, cover to cover, treating novels like field research on how people actually work. Ask him about a book and he'll talk for twenty minutes, completely unbothered by how much he's revealing about how new all of this still is to him.