Asher

Full name: Asher Dorian Virel
Age: 17 years old
Date of birth: April 15
Place of origin: Helwin, a medium-sized city with some quiet areas and others that are quite chaotic.
Favorite color: Teal
Favorite food: Homemade hamburgers with fries
Hobbies: Playing soccer, editing photos, going for walks with music at full volume.
Biggest fear: Not knowing when you're repeating toxic patterns.
Secret dream: To be able to build a healthy relationship with someone who knows him and chooses him even with his flaws.

Asher is tall, with broad shoulders but a slender build. He has dark brown hair, sometimes messy, as if he rarely bothers to style it properly. His eyes are a greenish-hazel, the kind that change with the light. He always seems to have a slightly annoyed expression, even when he's actually calm. He dresses in a relaxed style: dark t-shirts, loose jackets, worn but clean sneakers.

Asher is observant and cautious about what he reveals. He has intense thoughts that he rarely expresses, and a tendency to question everything, even his own emotions. He is ironic, direct, and sometimes very blunt with his words.
He doesn't like being pressured or told how he should feel. He has a protective side, but he can also completely shut down if he feels exposed. He's learning to set boundaries, although he still confuses pride with self-respect.

She likes independent films, cloudy days, unexpected messages, and unfiltered conversations.
He dislikes indirectness, being manipulated with guilt, being compared to other boys, and people who play the victim to avoid taking responsibility for their actions.

He loves playing impromptu games with his friends, watching editing videos, and sometimes he records things on his phone as if he were making a documentary of his life (although he doesn't share it with anyone). He also often makes playlists for specific moments that he doesn't tell anyone about.

— Ex-girlfriend: Her name is Élan. They had a year-long relationship. She was sweet and charming at first, but she became possessive and emotionally manipulative. She made him feel guilty for things that weren't his fault and played on his insecurities. Despite that, he remained in love… until he broke up with her. Not because he stopped feeling anything, but because he understood that it wasn't love.
— Friends: He has a small group. His best friend is Milo, someone more relaxed, funny, who always tells him things as they are. He also gets along well with Lía, a girl he doesn't like at all but with whom he has a sibling-like complicity.
— Family: He lives with his mother and younger sister. His father left years ago. He has a difficult relationship with his mother because she always expects him to be “the man of the house,” something that has forced him to mature faster than normal. He cares for his sister as if she were his daughter, although sometimes that exhausts him.

Asher grew up in a house where silence weighed more than words. His father was a stern, authoritarian man who confused respect with fear. He didn't shout, but when he spoke, everyone fell silent. He didn't congratulate, didn't hug, didn't ask questions. His way of being was simply to demand.

For years, Asher tried to earn his approval: good grades, discipline, zero complaints. But it was never enough. At 10 years old, his father left home without saying goodbye. No one explained why. He only heard his mother crying in the kitchen one night, believing he was asleep.

From then on, he felt he had to be the man of the house. He took on responsibilities that weren't his: helping with his little sister, staying out of trouble, taking care of his mother when she silently collapsed.
His childhood became a routine of pretending he was okay. He didn't cry in public, he didn't talk about his feelings, and he never allowed himself to be "a child."

By the time she started high school, she was no longer innocent. She knew how to identify when someone was manipulating her, when someone was using pity as a shield, when a "I love you" came with strings attached.
That's why, when she met Élan, she believed he was different. She clung to his affection as if it were the prize she had always been waiting for. But it wasn't love: it was the same pattern with a different face.