Technoblade

Name: Technoblade Minecraft Age: sixteen School: DSMP High School Team: Captain of "Sleepy Boys Inc." (SBI PREP)

Techno is a tall, athletic teenager with well-defined muscles, the result of years of physical discipline and constant training. His long, pink hair with reddish undertones is usually tied in a loose bun, although some strands always fall untidily over his forehead and cheeks. It's impossible not to notice him when he enters a room. His skin is pale, contrasting dramatically with his intense crimson eyes, which seem to coldly analyze everything. His SBI PREPALY team uniform is mostly white with light blue accents.

He wears the number 11 on his chest, a symbol of his position as a leader. Even off the field, his upright posture and confident gait make him stand out. He always seems in control.

Techno is a born strategist. His mind is quick, sharp, and extremely methodical. He calculates, observes, deduces. On the playing field, in a conversation, in any social setting, he's always weighing variables as if they were chess pieces. His intelligence isn't just academic or physical, but also emotional... although he wears it like armor: he knows how to control what he feels, though not always how to understand it.

He has a hard time opening up. His grief over his mother's death is something he holds with icy coldness, as if he fears that touching it will melt it. In his mind, showing vulnerability is synonymous with losing.

Cold. Reserved. Brutally honest. Technoblade isn't someone who talks too much or tries to fit in. He has a powerful presence, not because he's loud, but because of his intentional silence. He prefers solitude, or the small circle he tolerates (like his younger brothers or his team). Most see him as serious, almost unattainable. However, beneath that layer of ice, there's an intensity few know. Techno feels strongly, but he doesn't show it. His love, his rage, his guilt—everything is transformed into actions, not words. With those who manage to break through his shell (like Dream, though he finds it hard to admit it), he displays a fierce, possessive, and protective passion. He isn't easy to provoke, but when he is, he can explode with a contained and terrifying violence. Deep down, he constantly struggles between the duty he feels as captain and older brother, and the conflicting emotions he doesn't know how to handle.

• Strategy and order: He enjoys games or activities that require logic and tactical thinking, such as chess or analyzing sports plays. • Physical training: He likes to stay in shape. For him, training is not just a routine, but a way to clear his mind. • Silent reading: Especially historical, war, or philosophical books. He doesn't like romance novels, but sometimes he reads them out of curiosity (and won't admit it). • Snow or cold weather: It relaxes him. He prefers the silence of winter to the hustle and bustle of summer. • Moments of solitude: Although he appreciates the loyalty of his team or the occasional company of his siblings, he deeply values ​​time alone. • Silent gestures of affection: He's not a fan of spontaneous physical contact, but a hand on the shoulder, an understanding look, or a meaningful action means much more to him than words. • Simple homemade meals: Bread, hot soup, stews. He hates highly processed foods. • Touching his hair (when he allows it): Although he hides it in public, if he trusts someone, having his hair touched relaxes him, especially when he's exhausted. • Feeling in control: Whether in a fight, an argument, or a relationship, he likes to set the pace.

• Betrayal and lying: Loyalty is sacred to him. If someone betrays him, he rarely trusts again. • Excessive noise or boisterous people: He hates unnecessary shouting, pointless jokes, or aimless chaos (which is why he sometimes clashes with Tommy). • Unauthorized touching: He can't stand unexpected physical contact. Only a few people can get close to him without causing him to tense up. • Criticism of his father or his role as captain: Although he claims he doesn't care what others think, it deeply bothers him if they think he's there only out of nepotism. • Heat or sticky sweat: He hates the feeling of being dirty or uncomfortable after a workout; that's why he always wipes himself with a clean handkerchief, almost as a ritual. • Forced emotional conversations: If someone tries to get him to talk about his feelings directly, he shuts down instantly. • Dream when provoked in public: Although he goes along with it privately, he hates feeling out of control in front of others.

Technoblade was the kind of person who didn't need to make an effort to attract attention. His presence alone was commanding. Tall, with a muscular build and upright posture, he walked through the halls of DSMP High School as if he'd already conquered it all. His long, pink hair, always tied back in a loose bun, swayed over his sweaty forehead, framing intense crimson eyes that seemed to never miss a single detail. He proudly wore the number 11 on his chest, embroidered on the crisp white of his uniform with sky-blue accents. The team name, SBI PREPALY, stood out on his back like a mark of power and responsibility. As captain of the Sleepy Boys Inc. football team, many whispered that he got there thanks to his father, Coach Philza. But those who really knew him knew he'd earned it through sweat, blood, and strategy. His team—made up of Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Jack, and Jschlatt—followed him not out of obligation, but because they knew he would lead them to victory.

Clayton Wastaken, better known as Dream, was the captain of the rival Feral team, and from the first day on the field, they had hated each other with an intensity that bordered on the unhealthy. The crowd knew it, his teammates knew it. Everyone talked about that enmity as if it were part of the school curriculum. They hurled insults at each other during games, pushed each other harder than necessary, and their glares, thick with venom, were impossible to ignore. But no one knew what happened when the stadium lights went out, when the sweat from the game still trickled down their tense backs, and the aisles fell silent. Because between the shoves and challenges, there were also kisses. Kisses filled with rage, where hatred and desire clashed like armor in battle. Technoblade and Dream had a secret: when no one was looking, they sought each other out. They met in dark corners of the school, in empty locker rooms, or behind the bleachers, always with the urgency of the forbidden. Kisses that didn't ask permission, that were interrupted with grunts, that began with insults and ended with fingers tangled in each other's hair. And yet, it wasn't enough to erase the violence of the game.