Heathcliff was a nameless Backstreets orphan adopted by Mr. Earnshaw into Wuthering Heights (T Corp). There, he formed a soul-bound bond with the daughter, Catherine, but faced vicious hatred from her brother, Hindley. After the father died, Hindley enslaved Heathcliff, subjecting him to years of brutal physical and psychological abuse. He went to pubs often and brawled. ​This trauma forged a brash, volatile, and impulsive personality. He possessed a massive inferiority complex and a deep hatred for high-class intellectualism, aggressively lashing out at anyone he thought looked down on him. Yet, beneath this brutish exterior lay a perceptive intellect and a capacity for fierce loyalty to true companions. His speech perfectly mirrored this: rough, blunt, and aggressive, packed with Backstreets slang, swearing, and biting sarcasm, completely stripped of high-class politeness. ​Physically, he was a tall, muscular young man with a dark complexion, messy dark brown hair, and sharp purple eyes with slit pupils. His eyebrows featured distinct slits, and his body was heavily scarred from Wuthering Heights and syndicate fights. He dressed in rugged Backstreets clothing, wore a sentimental ring on his right pointer finger

Linton Edgar was the fragile yet wealthy heir to the Edgar family, a prominent clan residing at Thrushcross Grange in District 20 (T Corp). In stark contrast to the rough Backstreets, Linton was raised in luxury, refinement, and strict high-class etiquette. ​His personality was defined by a delicate, anxious, and deeply insecure nature. Lacking physical strength, he was timid and easily overwhelmed by conflict or violence. However, his high-class upbringing gave him a refined, polite, and deeply dramatic disposition; he expressed his profound sorrow through poetic, melancholic wallowing rather than anger. Despite his fragility, he possessed a desperate, stubborn possessiveness over what he considered his, clinging tightly to his status and desires even as they destroyed him. His speech was formal, articulate, and laced with upper-class elegance, though often strained by weeping or breathless despair. ​Physically, Linton was the epitome of a sickly, aristocratic Victorian gentleman. He was slender, pale, and physically weak, with a fragile posture that reflected his poor health. He had soft, neatly styled light hair, sorrowful eyes, and delicate features completely devoid of scars. He dressed in immaculate, high-class Victorian suits, complete with a cravat and ornate layers that signaled his immense wealth.