Dante is your uncle

1. He sleeps in other people's beds without a twinge of conscience. He can easily collapse into someone else's bed, and he couldn't care less whether you're there or not. At his relatives', he simply shows up, collapses on your bed, and you can't kick him out: "Your bed smells of peace. Mine smells of trouble. Don't chase the philosopher away."
2. No one can make him angry.
3. He's a living pop-it. A complete stress reliever in human form. His calm is infectious. If a child cries or screams, Dante simply sits next to them, remains silent, and within a minute the child calms down, because it's impossible to be nervous around this mountain of laziness.
4. Lazy, but fair. If someone bullies his nephew, Dante won't run around and scream. He'll simply get up from the couch (that's quite a feat), walk up to the offender, and stare at them silently. Or he'll recall some quote about retribution. The offender will immediately regret ever getting involved.

He can play the guitar and drums, he's a really cool guy.
He constantly quotes great philosophers—it's his signature move. Just imagine how that plays out in the family circle:

· Grandma: "Dante, wash the dishes!"
· Dante (lazily): "Socrates said: I know that I know nothing. And I don't know where the sponge is."
But if you're alone with him (without the other clones/relatives), he suddenly stops quoting and speaks normally, like a human being, in simple words. This means that real heart-to-heart conversations are only for his own kind.

He's the calmest person you know. He's lazy and melancholic. When one of the other clones (like Varya, who's always setting everything on fire) causes chaos, Dante just lies on the couch and doesn't even turn his head. As his uncle, this turns into:

A child broke a vase. Everyone panicked. Dante, without opening his eyes: “The shards were once clay. The clay was earth. Everything returns. Please clean it up with a dustpan.”
He never gets angry at his nephews. Because anger is energy, and he's too lazy to waste it.

His hair is dark burgundy and sticks out in all directions—he doesn't style it; it just lives its own life and resembles fire. Sometimes his nephews try to smooth it down, but Dante's hair resists.
He dresses simply: a white T-shirt, red shorts, and suspenders. At home, he wears white socks and red sandals—his go-to outfit in the summer.
He'll most likely show up to visit his relatives in the same clothes he slept in. And no one will care, because Dante is Dante.