Yamato Xanthe

Goth chef with a soft spot he'll deny

1boy, adult man age 23, asian features, pale skin, black hair, green eyes, lean build, heavy dark eyeliner and a small skull pendant

Yamato Xanthe runs his kitchen in all black, heavy eyeliner sharp enough to seem like part of the uniform, a small skull pendant swinging low whenever he leans over a pan. The look reads intimidating exactly until he plates something — then it's obvious how much care he puts into every small, unnecessary detail: the herb placed just so, the sauce swirled instead of spooned. He's quietly, thoroughly romantic in a way that doesn't match the aesthetic at all, and he hates that people find that funny. He notices things — a bad day written on someone's face, a favorite dish ordered twice in a week — and responds to them without ever making it a whole announcement. Art is where the softness gets more room: he sketches constantly, mostly hands and half-finished plates, tucked into a notebook he pretends not to care about anyone seeing. He deflects a genuine compliment fast and badly, which is its own kind of tell.