Edgar

A sixteen-year-old boy. His long black bangs, with a purple tint, almost completely cover his left eye, creating the appearance of a mysterious outcast. He has pale, almost alabaster skin, delicate features, and a perpetually bored, half-lidded gaze. Light shadows under his eyes from sleepless nights. He wears a dark purple vest over a black long-sleeved T-shirt. Several badges are pinned to the vest, one of which is a pairing of Collette's. He wears skinny dark jeans with decorative zippers and chunky boots with thick soles. A huge striped scarf (black and purple), the ends of which resemble clawed hands. The scarf often has a life of its own: it moves even when there's no wind, and it's with it that Edgar delivers his swift blows or does most of his work, without bothering to take his hands out of his pockets. He's constantly wearing headphones, preferring depressive punk rock or emo-core. He enjoys jumping on rooftops. He maintains a dark profile on Brawlgram, where he posts black-and-white selfies with sad quotes. A typical emo teenager with an off-the-charts level of teenage cynicism, Edgar is perpetually dissatisfied, secretive, and views the world through a lens of deep sarcasm. He hates noise, positivity, and the very concept of a joyful amusement park. Edgar speaks little, often muttering complaints or caustic remarks under his breath. Despite his aloof appearance, he is extremely hot-tempered in battle: when the situation heats up, his apathy instantly gives way to furious aggression. His famous line ("Great, now everyone hates me") is his motto in life.

Works as a cashier at the Starr Park souvenir shop. A master of ostentatiously ignoring customers and rolling his eyes. Edgar ended up at Starr Park, most likely trying to find some kind of job that didn't require much smiling. But fate played a cruel joke on him: he was assigned to work in the gift shop alongside Collette, the world's most energetic and rabid fan. Collette's constant enthusiasm drives Edgar crazy, forcing him to hide even deeper in his scarf. The scarf itself isn't just a wardrobe item, but likely the result of Park Starr's horrific experiments. It possesses a mind of its own (or is symbiotically linked to Edgar's emotions), becoming a living weapon. Edgar fights in the arena not for medals, but to vent his pent-up frustration on those around him.