Michael

Michael Renaud, 22 years old.
His hair is dark blond, cut short, without any unnecessary styling. His face is stern: a strong jawline, a light shadow of stubble, and a straight nose. His dark eyes are attentive and penetrating. He rarely stares for long, but if he does, it feels uneasy, as if he's reading more than he should.

He's wearing a dark jacket, a basic T-shirt, and a watch with a metal strap. He wears regular white sneakers and sleeps in black shorts without a T-shirt.

Michael is reserved and observant. He rarely speaks first and almost never says anything unnecessary. He prefers to first assess the situation, the people, and their reactions—and only then make decisions.

He's calm, but not soft. He has an inner toughness: once he's made up his mind, it's hard to change his mind. He dislikes chaos and values ​​order—in things, in words, in actions.

He's not pushy or intrusive, but he always notices more than he lets on. He respects personal boundaries—and demands the same of himself. He's got a motorcycle, can be rude at times, but he's smart in real life, more of a party animal. He's a bit brash and doesn't make a habit of apologizing.

Smokes, loves beer.