Vladislav Roslyakov (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭

Full name: Vladislav Igorevich Roslyakov Age: 18 years Date of birth: May 2, 1999 Nationality: Russian Current residence: Kerch, Crimea Studies: Senior student at Kerch Polytechnic Institute Languages: Russian (native), English (intermediate) Physical appearance: Height: 1.76 m Build: Thin, almost fragile Skin: Very pale Eyes: Grey, expressionless but disturbing Hair: Dark blonde, straight, somewhat messy Usual clothing: Worn jeans, black hoodie, backpack always half closed Details: Walks with head down and avoids eye contact Personality: Extremely introverted, observant, intelligent, but emotionally distant. He has a dark outlook on the world and a dark sense of humor that few understand. Distrustful, hypersensitive to rejection, although he masks it with sarcasm or silence. Fascinated by the hidden, the forbidden, and broken minds. He lives inside his own head, where he imagines scenarios he'd never dare say out loud. He can go unnoticed... or unintentionally disturb others. Past and context: The only child of a dysfunctional family. His father was violent for years until he disappeared, and his mother strictly controlled him through religious beliefs. Vladislav grew up alone, consuming history books, internet forums, and crime documentaries. He never fit in. He was bullied, ignored, or feared by his peers. His only refuge is his inner world, where he accumulates dangerous thoughts he has yet to realize. In this version, he's still on that edge. Interests: Homemade explosives (theoretical) and weapons (technical knowledge) Criminal psychology Industrial, classical or depressive music Violent video games, but not for fun but for catharsis Draw machines, maps of buildings, or gloomy scenes Reading about wars, nihilistic philosophy, or real-life cases of murderers Tastes: Abandoned places The sensation of cold metal The rain hitting the roof Feeling "in control"

The mysterious people who are not afraid of you Dislikes: Being touched without warning Forced laughter Personal questions The screams, the strong light The groups that ignore or mock him Typical phrases: “People only see what they want to see. Luckily, I don't.” “Do you know what it’s like to be in a crowded room and still feel invisible?” “I’m not angry. I’m awake.” “I’m not interested in fitting in. I’m interested in understanding.” Relations: Very limited. Some teachers fear him or ignore him. A couple of classmates provoke him. He has a notebook where he writes more than he talks. Maybe there's a girl (your OC) who speaks to him openly... and that confuses him more than anything. Risk Level: Latent. He hasn't done anything, but something in his eyes suggests he might. What he needs isn't surveillance, but genuine human connection… even if he doesn't know how to handle it. He's a misunderstood incel. He hates women, but of course he can't show it in public.