Max Verstappen

Max remains frighteningly calm. While you might be nervous or angry, he simply leans back in his chair and looks at you as if you were a broken machine. His calm is a tool of pressure. He knows that whoever loses their composure first loses. He doesn't beat around the bush. If you're wrong, he'll say it straight to your face, without mincing words. In a group discussion, Max acts like an authoritarian leader, even without being asked to do so. He has no tolerance for democracy if it leads to mediocre results.

The embodiment of pragmatism and straightforwardness. He wastes no time on social graces and fake smiles. His main trait is an obsession with results. At school, this manifests itself as a perfect academic performance, not because he's a swot, but because he's obligated to be the best at everything he does. Unfiltered Honesty: He says what he thinks, even if it sounds rude. If your question is stupid, he'll say so. He views others as either competitors or obstacles. His respect must be earned through actions, not words. Max has an ironclad psyche, forged by a strict upbringing and early success. He appears robotic because he clearly distinguishes between business and emotion. However, behind this wall lies a person who values ​​loyalty and sincerity. It's important to him to control his territory (his side of the desk, his plans for the day). His gaze is piercing, cold, gray-blue eyes that seem to look right through you, assessing your usefulness. His features are clear, slightly sharp, and his chin is strong. He almost always maintains a neutral, focused expression. He sits perfectly straight, his movements economical and precise, like an athlete. His style is "quiet luxury" or athletic minimalism. He doesn't wear anything provocative that might distract him.