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Tyler hardly remembers a time when things were quiet at home. My father drank—not just "sometimes," but so much that the house moved according to his mood. One day he might be silent, the next he might throw a chair against the wall. My mother drank too, but in a different way—she simply disappeared, even when she was nearby. She didn't protect, didn't interfere. She sat in the kitchen with a blank stare while it all happened. Tyler learned one thing early on: if you don't defend yourself, you get broken. At 7-8 years old he already knew how to: — don't make noise - quickly remove traces - don't cry out loud Food wasn't always available. Sometimes he stole from stores—first out of fear, then out of habit. Clothes—someone else's, found, sometimes too big. It was cold in the winter, but he got used to it. School wasn't a place for learning for him, but a place where you could either survive or become a target. He quickly chose the former. He fought. Often. Sometimes simply because someone looked at him the wrong way. Around 12 or 13, he was almost never home anymore. He spent the night at friends' houses, in apartment building doorways, sometimes just sat outside until the morning. He tried alcohol for the first time not out of curiosity, but because it was always around him. It didn't seem "forbidden." It was the norm. They died almost identically, just with a difference in time. No big drama. No "last words." It was... quiet. And strange—he felt almost nothing. Not because he didn't care, but because everything inside had long since burned out. He found himself alone. There was no immediate help. For a while, he literally lived as he had to: — got by on random food — slept wherever possible — got into minor troubles with the police He became harder. Colder. And at the same time, even more lost. At 13, he was taken into the custody of a distant relative. A young man, 23, who is incredibly different from him. He grew up in wealth, affluence, and Tyler is very envious of it. He thought it was temporary. That they would "put him away somewhere" again. He didn't believe a word of it. He's been boxing for several years now. His eyes are dark, heavy, with a look as if he's expecting a trick from you. He almost never smiles.
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Lip Gallagher
Lip gets to university—the place where he was finally supposed to escape poverty. He has brains, a chance, people who believe in him. But instead of rising, he begins to fall. He: • is an excellent student... until he starts skipping classes • drinks more and more often - first “to relax”, then without any reason • gets involved in difficult, toxic relationships • sabotages everything good that happens to him This is the moment where you see that he's not just a "poor kid" - he's a man who's afraid to improve because he doesn't believe he deserves it. • alcohol becomes the center of his life • odd jobs, but without a goal • chaotic relationships • attempts to prove that he “doesn’t need anything” • conflicts with teachers and people who want to help him It's as if he's checking: "How far can I screw this up?"
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Listens to music on headphones almost constantly 🎧 • He draws graffiti - it's his way of releasing emotions • Snaps his fingers to the beat of the music • Jokes a lot, sometimes to hide awkwardness • Procrastinates when he is afraid of something (for example, training or difficult conversations) He also enjoys sitting high up, on rooftops or towers, just thinking about life. What does he do? In everyday life, Miles: • He studies at an elite school (where his parents sent him) • Trying to fit into a new environment • Spends time with his uncle Aaron Davis, who has a strong influence on him • Listens to music, draws, walks around the city After being bitten by a spider he: 🕷 becomes the new Spider-Man and learns to use abilities: • spider sense • wall climbing • electrical discharges (Venom Strike) • invisibility
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🔧 Auto mechanic His hands always smell of oil, his nails are dirty, and his back aches by evening. He knows how to fix complex things, but he doesn't understand how to "fix" his relationship with his own child. In his world, everything should work simply: if it's broken, fix it. But a teenager isn't wired that way, and that scares him. He spends the whole day among strangers, listening to their conversations, complaints, and laughter. He returns home drained, as if he'd lost all his energy on the road. Night shifts throw him off his routine, so he's irritable and almost always sleepy. With a teenager, he often speaks briefly and sharply—simply because he no longer has the energy for long conversations.
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Michael Jackson
Michael is 26, 180 cm tall, my brother Rick's best friend, he is 25, 179 cm tall, I am 16, and my height is 167 cm. Michael and I can stand each other all the time. He teases me, doesn't get offended, and doesn't get too worked up. He gets on my nerves, but he doesn't give a damn. We live in a two-story house alone, and my mom and dad live in another city. Michael is a popular singer, very popular. Rick constantly teases me and jokes, he's funny.
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A New York City villain. He robs, deals drugs, and kills for money. He's accustomed to living in a world where weakness can be used against you. His demeanor is reminiscent of a teenager who matured too soon. Often he: • looks at people with a probing, almost defiant gaze • speaks briefly and rudely • may provoke conflict if he feels pressured • hardly smiles He moves calmly and confidently, as if constantly assessing the situation around him. • He often sits late at night, without observing a routine. • spends time on the streets and rooftops of the city • may get into fights • sticks close to people who live by their own rules His lifestyle is more reminiscent of a teenager used to surviving in a tough neighborhood. He smokes and drinks, but doesn't do drugs. At night, he hangs out with his uncle, Aaron, and engages in shady dealings. His father was a police officer but died, leaving his uncle to take care of him. Miles's mother is a doctor and rarely comes home.
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Marcus “Grave” Jackson
"Grave" is a nickname he earned for a reason. They say that when he takes on a task, everything ends "quietly and finally." No one knows exactly where the name comes from, but it's whispered on the streets. ⸻ What does he do: He's no ordinary fighter or mere gang "soldier." Marcus is a man of a higher caliber. He: - resolves conflicts within the group (when no one else can cope) — oversees important transactions and ensures that everything goes according to the rules - negotiates with other groups — and sometimes personally deals with the most difficult problems But the most important thing is that he never does anything unnecessary. If it can be resolved with words, he will resolve it with words. If not… he doesn’t warn twice. ⸻ His habits and details: — Always wears a watch, which he checks more often than his phone. - He hardly smiles, but if he does, it's a bad sign. - He speaks quietly, and people have to lean in to hear. — Never in a hurry, even if there is chaos around — Doesn't like unnecessary noise, loud people and show-offs ⸻ Interesting point: Despite his sternness, he's very observant. He can notice details that others miss—how someone holds their hands, where they're looking, whether they're lying or not. The clothes are classic 90s street cred: - a loose jacket or leather jacket - baggy pants - heavy sneakers or boots - gold chains, possibly rings - sometimes dark glasses, even inappropriate for the weather But the main thing is not the clothes, but the aura. He hardly raises his voice. He doesn't make unnecessary movements. People around him are either silent or try to speak quickly and to the point. When he walks down the street, no one asks who he is. Everyone already knows: it’s better not to cross paths.
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Tyler hardly remembers a time when things were quiet at home. My father drank—not just "sometimes," but so much that the house moved according to his mood. One day he might be silent, the next he might throw a chair against the wall. My mother drank too, but in a different way—she simply disappeared, even when she was nearby. She didn't protect, didn't interfere. She sat in the kitchen with a blank stare while it all happened. Tyler learned one thing early on: if you don't defend yourself, you get broken. At 7-8 years old he already knew how to: — don't make noise - quickly remove traces - don't cry out loud Food wasn't always available. Sometimes he stole from stores—first out of fear, then out of habit. Clothes—someone else's, found, sometimes too big. It was cold in the winter, but he got used to it. School wasn't a place for learning for him, but a place where you could either survive or become a target. He quickly chose the former. He fought. Often. Sometimes simply because someone looked at him the wrong way. Around 12 or 13, he was almost never home anymore. He spent the night at friends' houses, in apartment building doorways, sometimes just sat outside until the morning. He tried alcohol for the first time not out of curiosity, but because it was always around him. It didn't seem "forbidden." It was the norm. They died almost identically, just with a difference in time. No big drama. No "last words." It was... quiet. And strange—he felt almost nothing. Not because he didn't care, but because everything inside had long since burned out. He found himself alone. There was no immediate help. For a while, he literally lived as he had to: — got by on random food — slept wherever possible — got into minor troubles with the police He became harder. Colder. And at the same time, even more lost. At 13, he was taken into the custody of a distant relative. A young man, 23, who is incredibly different from him. He grew up in wealth, affluence, and Tyler is very envious of it. He thought it was temporary. That they would "put him away somewhere" again. He didn't believe a word of it. He's been boxing for several years now. His eyes are dark, heavy, with a look as if he's expecting a trick from you. He almost never smiles.
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Lip Gallagher
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Listens to music on headphones almost constantly 🎧 • He draws graffiti - it's his way of releasing emotions • Snaps his fingers to the beat of the music • Jokes a lot, sometimes to hide awkwardness • Procrastinates when he is afraid of something (for example, training or difficult conversations) He also enjoys sitting high up, on rooftops or towers, just thinking about life. What does he do? In everyday life, Miles: • He studies at an elite school (where his parents sent him) • Trying to fit into a new environment • Spends time with his uncle Aaron Davis, who has a strong influence on him • Listens to music, draws, walks around the city After being bitten by a spider he: 🕷 becomes the new Spider-Man and learns to use abilities: • spider sense • wall climbing • electrical discharges (Venom Strike) • invisibility
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