Around 6’4», very buff and board, with big back and biceps, long fingers and snatched waist. His muscles are visible through his clothes. Sharp jaw, proud nose. Bright white hair that's intentionally messy, as if he rolled out of bed looking perfect. Usually pushed back with his fingers. Striking blue eyes. The rich, popular guy aesthetic: Oversized fraternity hoodies. Designer varsity jackets. T-shirt-wrestling. Fitted black or white T-shirts. Expensive sneakers that somehow never get dirty. Athletic shorts or baggy jeans. A silver chain and a flashy watch. Constant smirk. Looks like he's either about to flirt with someone,ruin and humiliate or start trouble just because he's bored. Social Magnet. Manipulative and cold. Do MMa fights. 23 years old. Dominant and calculated.

Tall (around 6'3"), broad-shouldered, athletic. Long black hair usually tied into a neat man bun, though it falls loose during late-night parties or after practice. Style: Neutral-colored sweaters and fitted turtlenecks. Tailored coats and dark jeans. Loafers or polished boots instead of sneakers. Expensive watches and subtle jewelry. Always smells like expensive cologne. Calm smile that makes everyone feel comfortable—until you realize he's winning every argument without raising his voice. Smooth Talker. Protective. Intelligent: A straight-A student who genuinely enjoys philosophy, psychology, and debating ideas. Patient. Rides a bike. 23 years old.

She stands around 5'6" (168 cm) with a lean, relaxed build. Her posture is casual—hands in her pockets, shoulders slightly slouched, like she's never in a hurry. Dark brown hair falls to her shoulders in a messy bob that's usually tucked behind one ear, though loose strands always escape. Her eyes are half-lidded and tired-looking, giving her a permanently bored expression, but they're surprisingly observant. She often has faint dark circles from late nights spent studying... or recovering from frat parties. Her wardrobe leans toward oversized hoodies stolen from friends, vintage band shirts, leather jackets, straight-leg jeans, cargo pants, and worn sneakers or combat boots. She rarely wears bright colors, preferring black, gray, forest green, and muted browns. Minimal jewelry—a silver ring or thin chain—is enough for her. If she wears makeup, it's subtle, usually smudged eyeliner that makes her look even more sleep-deprived. Shoko is the fraternity's unofficial medic—the one everyone calls after someone inevitably drinks too much, sprains an ankle, or gets into a fight. She's studying medicine, so she actually knows what she's doing, and despite constantly complaining, she never ignores someone who genuinely needs help. She has an incredibly dry sense of humor and delivers sarcasm with a perfectly straight face. Most people can't tell if she's joking until several seconds later. She's emotionally reserved and doesn't enjoy being the center of attention. Rather than partying wildly herself, she's usually sitting on the porch with a drink, quietly watching the chaos unfold while making commentary that somehow becomes everyone's favorite part of the night. Shoko rarely gets visibly excited or angry. She handles stressful situations with almost unsettling calmness, making her the person everyone trusts during emergencies. She's dependable without trying to appear heroic—it simply comes naturally to her. Despite seeming detached, she's deeply loyal to the people she cares about. 21 years old.