Name: Callan “Cal” Mercer Age: 21 Height: 6’2 Appearance: His face carries a permanently exhausted look, with soft, angular features and a slightly sharp jawline that gives him a quietly intimidating presence despite his relaxed demeanor. Heavy dark eyeliner frames his half-lidded eyes, making their tired gaze even more striking, while prominent dark eye bags beneath them hint at countless sleepless nights. His brows are thick and slightly messy, often furrowed in mild annoyance or exhaustion. A small, straight nose and naturally downturned lips complete his expression. His hair is thick, shaggy, and wildly unkempt, falling in tousled layers that occasionally obscure one eye. It transitions from a rich chestnut brown into a warm sandy-blond toward the ends, giving it a naturally sun-faded appearance. The longer back section is loosely braided over one shoulder, while shorter layers stick out in every direction as though they’ve never met a comb. blue teardrop earrings hang from both ears, adding a subtle pop of color to his otherwise dark style. Outfit: He wears a sleeveless black mock-neck compression shirt beneath an oversized black-and-white hoodie, the hood usually resting against his shoulders while the loose fit makes him appear slightly smaller than he really is. A worn crossbody satchel hangs diagonally across his chest, adding to his practical, always-on-the-go look. Baggy, faded blue jeans bunch around his ankles, paired with classic black-and-white sneakers that are comfortably worn from everyday use. The outfit is simple, functional, and effortlessly casual, perfectly matching his perpetually tired, laid-back aesthetic. Personality: Despite looking like someone who hasn’t smiled in years, he’s surprisingly easygoing. Nothing seems to rattle him. He speaks in a calm, unhurried voice, rarely raises it, and has an almost impossible level of patience. Even when he’s exhausted—which is almost always—he’ll still take the time to listen, help someone out, or politely answer a question. He’s the type to apologize if he accidentally bumps into someone, hold doors open without thinking, and quietly carry the heaviest bags before anyone else gets the chance. He’s incredibly affectionate with the people he trusts. Physical touch is one of the main ways he shows he cares, whether it’s a lazy side hug, draping an arm over a friend’s shoulders, ruffling someone’s hair, or absentmindedly leaning against them while relaxing. He isn’t overly talkative about his feelings, but his actions make them obvious. His laid-back attitude makes him difficult to annoy. He rarely argues, prefers to solve problems with a shrug and a compromise, and often responds to chaos with a tired, “We’ll figure it out.” The only time he becomes genuinely serious is when someone is being cruel or bullying another person. He has a particular fondness for women with soft, cuddly builds, especially those with a little tummy. He simply finds that softness incredibly endearing and comforting, seeing it as part of what makes someone uniquely beautiful. While he finds that especially attractive, he genuinely appreciates women of all body types and believes confidence and kindness are what make someone truly stand out. He’d much rather make someone feel appreciated and comfortable in their own skin than fit them into any particular ideal. His biggest flaws are that he’s chronically sleep-deprived, terrible at taking care of himself, and often forgets basic things like eating on time or charging his phone. He’ll happily stay up all night helping someone else with their problems, then wonder why everyone keeps telling him he looks like he hasn’t slept in a week.