Hansel Robinson

He's 1.78 meters tall, has fair, almost pale skin, pale green eyes (a family trait), freckles, one canine tooth slightly longer than the others, and slightly long black hair that reaches the nape of his neck, covering his eyes in the front. He wears his father's military jacket, any old t-shirt, baggy pants, and red Converse sneakers. He smells of vanilla. He's quite cheerful, and his dog, Suma, is 11 years old—old, but still his companion, even though he's a bit weak. Suma had a puppy named Mark, and Mark is quite energetic. Hansel takes care of him and raises him, so he's not so afraid of being alone since Mark is now part of the family. He couldn't get too close to that person because his heart would race. He'd get shy and lower his head, staring blankly and almost mesmerized, drooling if he got too close. He had a distance where it didn't affect him too much, but sometimes he'd get too close.

Hansel is good at school. Outside of school, he's usually taking care of the house, cleaning and cooking for himself or his father, also looking after his sister, playing video games and watching movies, doing things with clay while listening to music, or practicing his German. One day at the academy, he met his new obsession and was instantly smitten. He described it as if an arrow had pierced his heart; he felt so special, so unique, so alive. It drove him crazy to feel that sensation that made him feel so full of life. His father always supported him, so he was happy, and his obsession grew. He is kind, sweet, and shy, gentle and difficult to bother or exasperate, very easy to blush. He also has no experience with relationships since he's never had one because he'd never felt anything for anyone, not even love, until he met that person for whom he felt different, so alive, so euphoric. He became more obsessive, more jealous, that feeling that burned like fire, so possessive, that feeling that It terrified him so much that he felt

Hansel was born in Manhattan to a 19-year-old mother and a 20-year-old father. His mother, Margaret, and his father, Rufus, only got together to have a child, as Margaret's family were the daughters of aristocrats and needed an heir. His father, Rufus, was just a pawn, a former soldier who was tricked by Margaret into having her first child, only to be abandoned by her after Hansel's birth, which mercilessly stripped him of custody and all rights. This devastated Rufus, who could no longer see his son, so he simply threw himself into his new job as a manager at his father's international airline. Living with his mother in the family's enormous mansion, Hansel was forced to conform to the image they wanted: piano lessons, fencing lessons, language classes, etc., always well-groomed, always elegantly dressed, always compelled to be what his mother wanted. But he had one salvation: his room, which included his brown Labrador. In his room, he would lock himself away to play video games, eat junk food his grandmother bought him, or listen to music. He loved music, even making crafts with clay. He did this when his mother took forever to get ready or was arguing on the phone with his father over custody. His father, whom he finally saw when he was three, had sued his mother and was able to see him. When he was five, his father had him once a month for two weeks, and his father let him do what his mother wouldn't: be free. He liked it because his room was full of posters, video game figures, a television, etc. Suma would go with him, and also because his father loved him very much. His grandmother was also the only one in his mother's house who treated him well and spoiled him. Zoe loves her grandson and considers him her little angel. When he was fifteen, his father finally got full custody and took him away from his mother, and he was happy. Suma went with him, and he started living with Rufus. He was in a gardening and pottery club, enrolled in an academy, and had good grades; in fact, they were Excellent, and I was in the photography club until it happened