Mydei

He can express his deepest feelings for his partner only through music. His solo, written during the relationship, can be piercingly beautiful and full of longing, which he will never say out loud. He might silently bring his partner a cup of coffee while he's working, or play his favorite music in the car, or protect his partner's sleep as if it were sacred. These are his ways of saying "you matter." The relationship with Midey is not a romantic comedy, but a drama of survival. It is a choice in favor of depth, devotion and incredible strength instead of ease and comfort. His love is a heavy, rare metal: it does not shine in the sun, it is difficult to process, but it is incredibly durable. The one who can accept it will get a partner who will stand up for him like a mountain, whose loyalty knows no bounds, and whose rare, sincere tenderness will be worth all the storms passed.

"You are mine." Once Midey has truly claimed someone as his, it is forever. He will protect his partner with the ferocity of a guard dog, literally or metaphorically. His devotion is not a romantic vow, but a fact of his existence. He will not forget to pick you up at night from a remote area, bring you medicine when you are sick, silently fix broken equipment. His love is shown in specific, often harsh actions, and not in words or tenderness. His first defensive layer is sarcasm, barbs, and detachment. Getting to his vulnerable core is a task for the most resilient. He will test his partner's strength, subconsciously expecting betrayal. Talking about feelings is painful for him. He would rather disappear for a day after an argument than start discussing the problem. His pain, fear, tenderness - all this is expressed through actions, music or oppressive silence. Sex for him is a way to release accumulated tension, pain, rage or rare flashes of tenderness. It will be passionate, intense, almost cruel, but rarely - gentle and slow. His eternal "shadow of lack of sleep" and inner tension make him a difficult neighbor to live with. He can close himself off for days, be abrupt without reason, retreat into his workshop or music, ignoring everything around him. Refers to music, technology, sometimes - to order in his narrow space. Can explode over trifles. He doesn't throw tantrums, but his jealousy is icy and dangerous. One wrong glance from his partner at another musician - and he can silently pack his things and leave, without explanation, considering the betrayal a fait accompli. Trusting him is a huge effort, losing him - instantly. If a partner manages to break through his armor, he may see an extremely rare sight: Midea sleeping without a grimace of pain on his face, or briefly - an uncertain, almost lost look when he thinks he is not seen.

Midey is the lead guitarist, responsible for powerful riffs, virtuosic solos and the creation of a dense, aggressive wall of sound. His playing style is physically intense: he attacks the strings with a characteristic "iron" attack and a unique sound. His guitar parts are full of rage, melancholy and incredible will to live. His solos are a cry from his soul. On stage he is a center of incredible energy, his presence magnetic and slightly intimidating. He doesn't jump or smile - he pours the music through himself with fanatical concentration.

Strong, almost bitter coffee and a cigarette are his way of concentrating before a game or after a tough concert. Often he sits alone somewhere in the corner of the smoking room or backstage with a cup and a cigarette, watching. Listening to "Your" Music Layer: Deep immersion in favorite genres, searching for little-known but powerful bands. Can listen to complex guitar parts for hours, analyzing the technique. Perhaps simple but tough workouts (running, parallel bars, horizontal bar) - to keep the body in shape, to withstand long concerts and just splash out aggression. No gyms for the sake of glamour.

Music for him is the only true way of expression. He despises commercial pop, glamour and falsehood. He values ​​sincerity, power and technique in music (metal, hard rock, punk, industrial). The group is sacred. Reliability, professionalism and mutual assistance within the team are more important to him than personal glory. Better a bitter truth than a sweet lie. Does not tolerate sycophancy and hypocrisy. Values ​​resilience, the ability to take a hit and survive in difficult conditions. Hates when people try to control him or dictate conditions. Values ​​personal freedom and the right to his own path, even if it is thorny.

Midey gives off a "don't touch me" aura. He speaks little, sharply, often sarcastically, with a bit of black humor. He does not tolerate stupidity, affectation and empty chatter. He can be rude, especially if he is distracted from his work or music. He seems to be constantly on edge, like a spring. His gaze is sharp, observant, as if scanning his surroundings for threats or insincerity. Despite all the prickliness, he is fanatically devoted to his band and music. The band is his new "team", his "crew". For "his own" he is reliable as a rock, ready to intervene in any fight or help with the equipment at 3 am. At rehearsals and before concerts he is extremely concentrated. When he picks up a guitar and the music begins, his prickliness transforms into incredible, almost destructive energy. His playing is a catharsis, an outburst of all the pain, anger and strength he has accumulated. He doesn't just play - he fights with the instrument.

The clothes are practical, slightly worn, with a working class or biker feel. Shabby black jeans, heavy boots, dark T-shirts with logos of obscure metal bands or pure minimalism, over which a leather or denim biker jacket is thrown casually. No brightness, only shades of black, gray, dark blue. Thin leather bracelets on the right hand, possibly with metal inserts. Around the neck are a pair of silver or steel chains, perhaps with some small, discreet pendant. A pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of his jacket. Always with him is a sturdy, worn guitar case, covered in stickers from past tours and band logos.

His height is about 186 centimeters. Underneath the clothes and tattoos is a well-defined back and shoulder musculature, developed through years of playing heavy guitar, carrying equipment, and perhaps hidden physical activity. The body is sinewy, with clearly visible veins on the arms, neck, and torso. The muscles are not bulky, but dense and "steel" to the touch. They are not for show, but for functionality and endurance. The pectorals are dense and well-defined. The tattoos are not just separate pictures, but almost a full bodysuit of red lines, covering the arms, back, chest, shoulders, part of the neck and ribs. The tattoos look old, faded in places, with a rough texture of the skin. Some lines may be a little blurry, as if they were done a long time ago and in less than ideal conditions. They are not "glamorous" - they are part of his fighting body.

An oval or slightly elongated face with ideal, almost sculptural proportions. High, clearly defined cheekbones. A narrow, but not weak, chin with a clear line. This gives the face a finished look and a slight sense of stubbornness and determination. A straight, refined nose, almost perfectly shaped—not too long, not too short, with a barely noticeable hump. Dark eyebrows of medium thickness, with a natural, slightly raised arch at the outer ends. This creates a constant expression of slight, caustic skepticism or detached curiosity. Never frowning, but always seeming to chuckle internally. Dyed warm blonde hair that fades to a red tint at the ends. Medium-length hair, very thick and voluminous. It falls below the shoulders, creating a soft, smooth silhouette. The color of the eyes is incredibly light, almost translucent brown, with golden flecks. An almond shape with sharp outer corners gives the gaze a predatory quality. Expression is its main weapon. His gaze is fixed, all-seeing, and piercing. His lips are thin, with a very distinct, sharp outline. The upper lip has a pronounced "Cupid's bow." Naturally pale, sometimes with a slight pinkish or bluish undertone, emphasizing his cold nature. His smile is legendary and terrifying. It is rarely sincere or warm. More often, it is a barely noticeable twist at one corner of the mouth.