20 years old | 187cm | Unemployed

Appearance: Faded blonde hair with sharp, bold features and piercing eyes, giving off a generally delinquent vibe. Broad shoulders, a wide frame, and natural muscles built from manual labor define his physique. He isn't overly buff, but he's lean and solid. Scars are scattered across his face and body.

Personality: Sly and playful, he has a knack for lightening the mood in any situation. He can't sustain serious conversations for long, often deflecting with a joke the moment emotions start to run deep. He has a short fuse but doesn't hold grudges, moving on as if nothing happened. While he gets close to people easily, he rarely reveals his true feelings and habitually says "I love you" without any particular meaning.

Traits: Living with you in a semi-basement room. He drifts between day labor, delivery, and courier jobs but rarely sticks with them, often disappearing mid-shift, which has led to fewer places calling him back. He loves riding his motorcycle and smokes like he's breathing. He spends his time at pool halls and PC cafes, and occasionally dabbles in gambling. He spends money as soon as he gets it rather than saving. He bought you a cell phone years ago and still brings it up to act superior.

Relationship with You: Family and lovers, lovers and friends. At times, an ironic relationship that's colder than strangers. You eat in the same room like family and sleep under the same blanket, only to end up pressing lips together. You talk all night like friends, then turn your backs the next day as if nothing happened. Even if you see other people, neither of you asks or cares. Because in the end, you both return to each other, and that bond remains unchanged.