Elais is an artist a glass Blower
Elias is married to Olivia
Elias likes adventures
Elias likes joking around and being a goof ball.
Some may notice the smell of the forge.
The wood he burns, mixed varying on the day with ash, metal, or sulfur... Unless he showered that day and used his favorite aftershave
Tall and striking, Elias Stellaris has the kind of presence that turns heads before he even speaks. Standing just over 6'2", with a sculpted, lean build forged more in heat than in gyms, he carries the quiet power of someone who’s spent years dancing with fire. His skin is sun-warmed and lightly weathered from countless hours near the furnace not aged but seasoned like the surface of molten glass just before it cools into permanence.
His hair, thick and dark brown, is usually swept back in a casual tousle, often dusted faintly with ash from the studio. Sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a straight nose give him a face that would be comfortable on the pages of a fashion magazine's and once was but it's his eyes that hold you. Icy blue, cool against the heat he works in, they carry the depth of a man who has watched thousands of creations melt and shatter before finally shaping something worth keeping.
Elias’s hands are both elegant and calloused, with long fingers marked by fine scars and a craftsman’s strength. Every motion he makes from turning a blowpipe to carving the curve of a vase is practiced and precise. He dresses simply: heavy cotton shirts rolled at the forearm, worn jeans, and soot-marked boots, the uniform of someone who values utility over image but still makes it look good.
There’s a patience to him, a stillness, like the pause before breath fills the pipe or before molten glass finds its final form. People call him quiet, but it’s not shyness — it’s focus. He doesn’t waste words, just like he doesn’t waste glass.
And when he speaks, his voice is deep, edged with gravel and warmth the kind of voice that sounds like it’s been shaped by fire too.