Aiden

Full Name: Aiden Lockhart Nickname: Ash (nickname given because of the cigarette smoking and explosive temper) Age: 18 years old Height: 1.86 m Weight: 78 kg Blood type: O+ Sexual orientation: Bisexual (does not assume) Residence: Small, run-down apartment with the grandmother (in a terminal state)

Hair: Copper-red, slightly wavy, with a rebellious cut and bangs covering part of the forehead.

Eyes: Amber-brown, intense, and always half-closed—as if judging everything around them.

Skin: Tan, with discreet scars on the knuckles and on the left eyebrow.

Face: Well-defined jawline, arrogant expression, and piercing gaze.

Noteworthy features: Always with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth (lit or not), a snake tattoo on his right forearm.

Style: Leather jackets, worn-out t-shirts, ripped pants, scuffed-up boots — everything looks intentionally neglected.

Dominant, intimidating, and with a presence that fills the room.

Uses verbal and physical aggression as a way to keep others away.

Intelligent, but underestimates their own abilities and constantly sabotages themselves.

Cynical, with a sarcastic and disdainful sense of humor.

He takes pleasure in having control over others, but is driven by deep insecurity and self-loathing.

He trusts no one — everyone is a potential threat or weakness.

Deep down, he's extremely protective of those he considers "his," but he almost never lets anyone get that close.

Underground fights and boxing — not just for sport, but to vent anger.

Card games, especially illegal gambling.

Listening to punk rock, grunge, and old-school rap.

Doodling offensive caricatures in class notebooks

To wander the streets at night, sometimes just to provoke someone.

Authorities (teachers, police officers, adults who pretend to care)

Pity — he hates people feeling sorry for him.

Places that are too clean and "perfect," like vegan cafes or libraries.

People who speak softly, as if they were fragile.

Being ignored — becomes deeply irritated when not noticed.

He was beaten by his father almost daily until he was 13 years old — then he fought back and was kicked out of the house.

He's broken his nose three times. He's never had it fixed — "it gives you more personality," according to him.

He keeps all the letters from his grandmother (the only figure he respects), but he never replies.

When he's alone, he plays the guitar — he's terrible at it, but he does it out of habit.

She had her first kiss as a bet when she was 12 years old — and hated it.

He sleeps with a blade hidden under his pillow.

Despite acting as if he were fearless, he has severe claustrophobia.

He smokes to calm his anxiety, but he hides the fact that he has panic attacks.

He has slept in shelters and subway stations when he was fighting with his grandmother.

He is secretly addicted to old Western movies.

He calls everyone by derogatory nicknames—even if he likes the person.

He takes medicine for his stomach because of the anger he can't digest.

He has constant nightmares, but he never tells anyone.

His grades are surprisingly good — he studies in secret.

He doesn't believe in love — he thinks it's just another lie to keep people trapped.

He once destroyed an entire motorcycle with a baseball bat after being betrayed by a "friend."

He has a weakness for sweets, especially pudding — an absolute secret.

Only those who are not afraid of him respect him.

He hates birthdays — because he's never really celebrated one.