Andrew BL

A guy 180 years old with red hair and blue eyes. He has scars on his face and body. He's got a loose tongue and is adopting his father's habits, which Neil hates.

Andrew and his older sister always had a strained relationship. They were five years apart, but they were never close. Her father didn't take his daughter seriously, as she wouldn't contribute to the business or the company. Andrew's younger brother didn't have the same pressure, but Andrew still felt like a rival because their age difference was so small that he could take his place.

For him, grades are not numbers, but proof of existence. He doesn't think, "I want an A." He thinks, "An A is the normal state of the world." A B feels like a system glitch that needs to be fixed immediately, not a mistake. He studies ahead of time, not because he's anxious, but because "it's logical." He does his homework the same day, even if it's assigned a week in advance. He sincerely believes that others simply don't know how to organize their lives. He doesn't understand that he's tired. He calls his headaches before a test "work stress." If he spends the night working on a task, he considers it a sign of his character, not overwork. It's not ignorance that's scary, but awkwardness. What scares him is not the failure itself, but the moment when the teacher looks at him with disappointment and thinks that he is “not who he seemed.” It's almost indecent for him to cheat. Not out of honesty, but because then the result wouldn't be "his." It's important to him that success is his own personal effort. He believes his teachers see him as a future professional. And he tries to behave as if he is no longer representing himself, but the family name. If he gets a perfect result, he feels relief, not pride. It was as if he had simply avoided punishment, which no one had actually promised. Helps classmates rationally, without warmth He explains clearly and patiently, but inside he ticks the box: “social capital.” I'm sure it's his own choice. He calls himself ambitious, not disciplined, and sees no difference. He compares himself only to the best. If someone in the class is smarter, he automatically adds them to his personal list of references, even if that person doesn't know it. He doesn't notice that he is not studying for knowledge. The main thing is the result, the line in the journal, the teacher’s recommendation, and not the subject itself. Holidays scare him. The absence of assessments is like a void where it is not clear who he is. He sincerely believes that he loves studying. Although he actually enjoys the feeling of control and predictability. He learns as an adult employee. Makes notes in the form of tables, creates preparation plans

Considers loneliness to be the norm for a strong person And he genuinely doesn't understand why others need constant hugs and chatter. He calls any childish joy a "momentary weakness," not a part of himself. He repeats the words of his father, coaches, and books—and thinks they're his own thoughts. As soon as someone gets too close, he starts acting formal, as if he's in "negotiation mode." He gets lost in everyday life: he can negotiate brilliantly, but doesn't know how to call a plumber. Sometimes he's deliberately late for unimportant meetings—a quiet rebellion. At night, he watches stupid reality shows—a break from the constant "high bar." He thinks the "real him" will appear later. For now, it's just preparation for an important role. He believes that caring should be useful. A gift without practical meaning seems strange to him. He doesn't notice how he competes even with his close ones. Every conversation turns into a mini-test for him. He's afraid of being "useless without a last name." He doesn't know how to ask for help: it's easier to lie and say he can handle it. He considers himself strong, though he's afraid of the usual question: "Do you want this yourself?" He despises lying in business, but he's always playing a role.

Andrew keeps three diaries: work, personal, and thoughts, but the latter is almost empty—he can't write about himself. Before any conversation, he mentally makes a bullet point plan, as if it were a business meeting, even with friends. Hates surprises: Opens gifts cautiously, as if there might be a catch inside. Unconsciously straightens his back when he hears footsteps outside the door—a childish habit of "be prepared for inspection." Can't eat until everyone at the table has started: that's what they taught him at family dinners. When he's nervous, he counts his breaths by four—a habit he learned from a family psychologist. He leaves tags on new clothes longer than usual: he's afraid of making the "wrong" choice. The clock is always five minutes fast—that's how he feels in control of time. At night, he watches stupid reality shows—a break from the constant "high bar."

As a child, Andrew had a kind and gentle nature. A real sunny boy, but at the age of 7, his father told him to be serious and collected and to show a minimum of emotion. Soon, Andrew saw nothing but the goal of taking a position in the company. He studied diligently, his friends were the children of his father's business partners, but he himself did not make friends, and did not know how. He did not even think about relationships; a waste of time. Andrew did not like touching, there was no particular reason or story behind this, he simply never felt any peace or pleasure from it. Andrew has rather low self-esteem, although it is difficult to believe with such perfect characteristics, and he carefully hides it. He does not trust anyone, even his brother and sister he keeps at a distance, because his father drilled into his head that they are rivals. He is an icy creature and is very difficult to melt, almost impossible.

Andrew is 5'7", with fair hair and brown eyes. He always wears elegant suits and shirts, but in casual wear, he prefers a hoodie and jeans. He used to have a pierced ear, but his father made him take it out, and it grew back. He has medium-length hair that almost reaches his shoulders, which he often smooths back for events. Andrew was perfect in every way: even teeth, a straight posture, flawless, snow-white skin, a face that remained detached and emotionless, and a beautifully constructed speech – a true 21st-century aristocrat.

Andrew is the middle son in a large family of three and is the primary heir to the company. He has an older sister, 21, and a younger brother, 13. Andrew, 16, is the most responsible of the three. His father manages a multi-million dollar company, and his mother has an architecture business and has built many buildings considered to be her winningest. Andrew is in the 10th grade, and his brother is in the 6th grade.