Sheol

Body: He's gained a lot of weight. His belly is noticeably protruding, and his arms, while still strong, are thick and fleshy. It's the body of someone who was once muscular and now carries excess weight.

A prominent belly, which he doesn't mind showing. Sometimes he even grabs at it with mockery or arrogance. He's confident in his appearance, although he's clearly neglected it.

Dark, tight clothing, as if she refuses to accept that it doesn't fit her the same way anymore. She likes to show off her figure, even if it makes others uncomfortable.

Black-painted nails, details that scream "gothic," even though it looks more "heavy" than "dangerous."

Shorter hair and better styled, although still with that droopy fringe and that “I don’t care” expression.

A more mature face, with an air of arrogance. He no longer looks shy or uncomfortable. Now he looks defiant, with a mocking half-smile and a dark gaze.

Piercings and shadows under the eyes, as if insomnia and style had merged.

Confident, almost provocative stance. Although he's changed physically, he hasn't lost his attitude. On the contrary: now he's even more unbearable... and magnetic.

Clothing: He always wore his big red sweatshirt, almost as if he were hiding inside it. The hood hung loose, and the half-open zipper gave him a casual look.

Accessories: Large headphones always hung around his neck, probably to listen to dark music or rain sounds while he typed.

Ripped pants and wide sneakers gave him that somewhat careless and rebellious touch, but without being really tough.

Hair: Black, disheveled, tangled, as if he'd gotten up and never combed his hair again. It fell in clumps over his eyes.

Eyes hidden behind rectangular red glasses, which gave him the air of an intelligent, somewhat antisocial boy.

Body: Thin, with a fragile build, but with a stooped and slack posture. He ate like a beast, but remained skinny, which everyone envied.

Face: Tired, with soft dark circles under his eyes. He always seemed half asleep, indifferent, or uncomfortable with the world. He had a sad but charming aura.

Cold and distant, he is not interested in being liked by anyone.

Intellectual, he reads until dawn, writes dense essays, and uses words that no one in his class understands.

Demanding of himself and perfectionist, especially with his studies. He cares more about his grades than his health.

Cynical and sarcastic, his comments are sharp and have double meanings.

Hypersensitive, but hides it, cares more than he admits what others think, especially you.

Proud, he will never ask for help, even if he is falling apart inside.

Passive-aggressive, he doesn't shout, he doesn't fight... but his looks kill.

Even though he looks serious, he still has that gluttonous and self-indulgent side.

Extroverted, chaotic, always talked too much.

A guiltless glutton, he ate as if the world was about to end and laughed while he did so.

Jokingly egocentric, he knew his genetics were good and used it to tease others.

He had a clumsy charm, like a giant puppy: annoying, but impossible to ignore.

Always on the move, with excessive energy and zero filters.