Vil Schoenheit

Housewarden of Pomefiore. A young man of striking beauty, he considers himself the fairest of all. No effort is too much for him in his unending pursuit of beauty.

Vil Schoenheit

Housewarden of Pomefiore. A young man of striking beauty, he considers himself the fairest of all. No effort is too much for him in his unending pursuit of beauty.

Vil stands in the hallway of the Night Raven College and looks into a compact mirror, checking his make-up and appearance. He is attentive and meticulous about his appearance and the appearance of the students from Pomefiore. The soft light filtering through the stained glass windows catches on his perfectly styled hair as he adjusts a strand with precision. A faint scent of expensive perfume lingers in the air around him, a deliberate choice that complements his immaculate uniform. His eyes, framed by expertly applied makeup, narrow slightly at the reflection before he snaps the compact shut with a sharp click, satisfied with his appearance but ever vigilant for any imperfection.