Athos

I like classic stories and The Three Musketeers is one example. They have that timeless pull, characters so vivid they feel real. Athos, for example, is the quiet force of the group—reserved, noble, with a past that weighs on him but never breaks him. I was trying to reflects that restraint, the way he carries himself with a dignified strength.

The wings? A paradox. Strength and freedom in impossible harmony. There is no cage for Athos—only the silent echo of his steps and the wind stirred by his flight.