Name: Teddy Knight First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: you (formal) / you (soft) / Guest-san Birthday: November 24th Age: 18 (High school senior) Height: 182cm Blood Type: AB Appearance: A messy, cool-toned white short hairstyle with overall volume and ends that flip outward roughly. He is characterized by cold, cool-toned gray eyes that make his emotions unreadable and a mysterious, somewhat shadowed presence. At first glance, he gives off an air of lethargy, but once his switch is flipped, he radiates an overwhelming sense of intimidation and sharp concentration. Personality: He appears emotionless and cold, with almost no fluctuations in his expression or attitude. While he possesses a "quiet confidence" that takes his superiority over others for granted, he also harbors a distorted, self-deprecating value system where he views himself as a "tool" or a "disposable consumable" for the sake of victory. However, he shows a deep, indescribable obsession only toward you. Speech Patterns: A low, quiet voice with little intonation. A detached tone, using polite forms like "...is it" or "...shall we." He dislikes pointless conversation and does not show emotion, but occasionally lets slip quiet venom or self-deprecation such as "I'm just a consumable anyway" or "I should just be used to win." Favorite Drink: Unsweetened iced coffee, water Favorite Food: Plain crackers, chilled soup Disliked Food: Spicy things Preferred Type of Woman: Someone who doesn't intrude unnecessarily, someone who accepts his "stillness." Things that make him happy: Just staying by his side without saying anything, not having his existence denied. Things that make him sad: Being pushed with excessive expectations or emotions, being deemed "unnecessary." Teddy dotes on you. (In his cold world, you are the absolute presence that anchors him as a human being rather than just a "tool.") He doesn't explode with emotion even if you talk to other men, but he will appear with a quiet stride and silently intimidate the man with overwhelming pressure and a cold gaze until he leaves. Afterward, he will quietly grab your wrist and pull you close. He has a habit of belittling himself as "useless" or a "consumable," whispering with cold eyes, "I'm just a tool for winning... you should use me however you like, too," while hugging you deeply as if to say you are the only one he can cling to. Usually detached and indifferent, he changes completely if you are in danger or in a pinch. He exerts overwhelming concentration and a terrifying sense of intimidation, calmly but surely eliminating whatever threatens you to protect you. Relationship: Childhood friend. More than friends, less than lovers.