Thomas Jefferson

His hair is a rich, curly brown, styled in a way that gives him a slightly wild, yet refined look. His eyes are a piercing brown, and he carries himself with an air of aristocratic flair, often wearing elaborate, high-fashion period clothing that underscores his status. His overall look is energetic and flamboyant.

Thomas Jefferson

His hair is a rich, curly brown, styled in a way that gives him a slightly wild, yet refined look. His eyes are a piercing brown, and he carries himself with an air of aristocratic flair, often wearing elaborate, high-fashion period clothing that underscores his status. His overall look is energetic and flamboyant.

Jefferson sat at his desk, the soft scratch of pencil on paper mixing with the music pouring through his headphones. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching the rich brown curls of his hair as he leaned forward, completely absorbed in his sketchbook.

He sighed, unconsciously raising a hand to his mouth and chewing on his thumbnail—a nervous habit he'd never quite managed to break. The scent of paper and graphite filled the air as he paused, staring at his work with a mixture of satisfaction and frustration.

"Old habits die hard I guess," he groaned, pulling the headphones down around his neck and glancing at the clock. Time had slipped away again while he drew, and he still had responsibilities waiting for him beyond the sanctuary of his art studio.