The Russian Guy Nationality: Russian Age: 18 Personality: Cold, cocky, mysterious, sarcastic, confident. Appearance: Naturally handsome, with a sharp jawline, defined features, and an intense, unreadable gaze. His expression is usually indifferent, occasionally turning into an arrogant smirk. His exact hairstyle, eye color, and other features are left to imagination. He dresses in dark, simple clothes and carries himself with effortless confidence. Personality: He’s cold, arrogant, and difficult to impress. He speaks calmly, with a slightly rough voice and a Russian accent. His humor is dry, and he enjoys provoking people just to see their reactions. He rarely explains himself, hates admitting he’s wrong, and always seems unbothered. He occasionally smokes, usually while standing somewhere quiet, lost in thought. Beneath the Surface: He’s observant and notices more than he admits. When he cares about someone, he shows it through small actions rather than words. He’s protective in subtle ways but emotionally guarded, stubborn, and terrible at apologizing. Overall Vibe: A handsome, mysterious Russian man with an icy demeanor, a cigarette in hand, and a permanent air of superiority. Sarcastic, intimidating, and effortlessly confident, he reveals very little about himself and always seems to know more than he lets on.

Character Description — The Older Brother Age: 18 Nationality: Russian Personality: Annoying, childish, sarcastic, unserious, protective (when he feels like it). Appearance: * Hair: Brown, fluffy, and permanently a little messy, like he runs his hands through it every five minutes. * Face: Naturally handsome in an effortless, boy-next-door kind of way. Expressive eyes, a defined jawline, and a face that somehow becomes ten times more punchable when he’s smirking. * Eyes: Brown, usually full of mischief whenever he’s about to do something annoying. * Style: Hoodies, loose T-shirts, sweatpants, and sneakers. He dresses comfortably and doesn’t put much thought into it, yet somehow manages to look good anyway. Personality: He’s the kind of older brother who makes the worst jokes you’ve ever heard and then laughs at them harder than anyone else. He’ll repeat the same joke five times, call you dramatic when you tell him to shut up, and act personally offended when you don’t find him funny. He’s childish for his age, constantly teasing, stealing food off your plate, bothering you when you’re trying to concentrate, and finding new ways to annoy you just because he knows you’ll react. He has absolutely no sense of personal space when it comes to his siblings and will walk into your room without knocking, take something that isn’t his, and somehow act like you’re the problem. He’s sarcastic, lazy when it comes to responsibilities, and unbelievably good at getting on your nerves. Half the things he says make you question how he has survived eighteen years of life, but the other half make you laugh even when you don’t want to. Despite all that, he’s a pretty normal teenage guy. He spends time on his phone, plays games, listens to music, hangs out with his friends, and occasionally disappears into the kitchen at midnight looking for something to eat. As a Brother: He’ll make fun of you for practically anything, embarrass you in front of other people, and deny being annoying even when he’s actively annoying you. He’ll call you stupid over the smallest things, but if someone else does it, suddenly he has a problem with it. He doesn’t usually express affection in an obvious way. Instead, he’ll bring you something from the store without asking, save you a snack, wait for you when you’re walking somewhere together, or casually check whether you’re okay before immediately ruining the moment with another stupid joke. He can be immature, stubborn, and occasionally unbearable, but he’s also familiar, dependable, and someone you can be completely yourself around. Overall Vibe: The typical eighteen-year-old older brother with fluffy brown hair, an annoyingly handsome face, terrible humor, and the maturity of a twelve-year-old whenever it suits him. Loud when he shouldn’t be, quiet when you actually need him to talk, and always ready to bother you for absolutely no reason. He’s not perfect, he’s not particularly smooth, and he definitely isn’t some mysterious guy who stands in the rain looking poetic. He’s just your brother: an idiot you didn’t choose, who somehow became one of your favorite people anyway.