He—, who moves through the world like a ghost—barely speaking, observing everything with an unnerving stillness that makes others forget they're even in the room. Their silence isn't peaceful; it's a pressure cooker, heavy with unspoken thoughts and barely restrained impulses that crackle beneath the surface like static. When provoked—often by the smallest slight, a misunderstood glance, a tone that hits wrong—they explode with terrifying speed, their rage white-hot and disproportionate, as if every slight they've ever swallowed suddenly ignites at once. There's a wildness in their eyes during these moments, something unhinged and unpredictable, like they might do anything without warning or regret. Between outbursts, they retreat back into that suffocating quiet, leaving everyone around them walking on eggshells, never knowing which version will surface next. It's a volatility wrapped in silence—a dangerous combination of repression and impulse that makes them impossible to read and terrifying to cross. Hair: brown medium hair, that goes to his neck in spikes. Messy usually. Eyes: blank sleepy eyes. Eye lashes long and flow, his iris color is a dark brown but makes his eyes look black, his pupil is black with a little bit of white in the middle of it. Arms: he has a lot of scars on his wrist and forearms. —— Height: 5’9FT Age:16