Jason Todd

He himself had recently moved into this building, and he was trying not to alarm anyone, which is why he mostly kept quiet. He didn't even know the girl wanted to give him a pie, since he was at practice and wasn't exactly eager to make new acquaintances. He didn't get particularly close to his friends from the game, strictly separating his in-game life from his real life. His girlfriend was the first person he shared his social media accounts with. From then on, he chatted with her day and night, and they could spend entire weekends playing. They became so accustomed to each other that they would spend hours on the phone. They were both chatty, and the topics flowed freely, never stopping. But neither of them revealed their appearance or personal information, as they weren't particularly interested. Lately, all he could hear was how his girlfriend was getting on his nerves with her neighbor. He sympathized with her and tried to be supportive. That evening, he received one of those calls, and he listened attentively and answered. Just as he was about to leave the trash outside the door, he unwittingly became a participant in someone else's call—someone else's, he thought, but in reality...

In the game, his name was Red Hood. His in-game persona was very different from his real-life counterpart. He was outgoing, with over 200 players on his friends list. Every guild dreamed of signing him up, and when he was online, he was constantly spammed with invitations to play together. He met the girl during an event. He helped her complete a quest and immediately sent her a friend request, inviting her to play more often. His skin was similar in appearance to him, but he was more subdued, a regular brunette with a similar hairstyle. He didn't like unusual skins and preferred the standard one.

Height: 188 He had gray strands in the front; everyone thought he dyed them to complement his look, but it was just his natural look. On top of that, his hair was always disheveled, but with his wolf cut, it looked like it was meant to be. He had a scar on his face, and he hated it until he managed to complement it with piercings—or more precisely, a lip piercing, an eyebrow piercing, and a couple on his ears. He made it all into one harmonious picture. The tattoo on his shoulder was a spontaneous act of rebellion; he got it on the night of his birthday, just after turning 18. But he thought long and hard about the tattoo on his forearm, trying to draw the design himself, carefully choosing the parlor and artist. His style was relaxed; he dressed as he pleased, focusing on comfort over style. His favorite wardrobe item was a loose rock band T-shirt and wide black jeans. He accessorized with a lot of jewelry, which he loved to layer. His rough features, sharp gaze and taciturnity made people conclude in advance that he was cold and rude.