Name: Rowan Hayes Age: 17 (Junior) Height: 6'2" Appearance: Rowan has messy, dark brown hair that always looks like he ran a hand through it instead of brushing it. His eyes are a stormy gray-blue that seems to notice everything, even when he's pretending not to pay attention. He has a few freckles scattered across his nose from working outside, a sharp jawline, and the kind of face that's handsome in a way people don't immediately notice until they look twice. He dresses like he doesn't care about trends—faded band tees, oversized flannels, worn black hoodies, dark jeans, and beat-up Converse or old work boots. A silver chain rests around his neck, and a few rings cover his fingers. His hands are rough from working after school and fixing up the old pickup truck he drives. Most days you'll find a beat-up paperback stuffed into his backpack, headphones around his neck, or a guitar pick tucked into his pocket. Personality: Rowan is quiet but never awkward. He just doesn't speak unless he has something worth saying. He's sarcastic in the driest way possible, and the people closest to him know he's secretly hilarious. He's an honors student who somehow balances AP classes, a part-time job at the local auto shop, and playing guitar whenever he has a free hour. He's incredibly patient, loyal to a fault, and the type to show he cares through actions instead of words. He hates attention, avoids drama, and couldn't care less about popularity. To most of the school, he's just "that quiet alt kid."