𝐉𝚊𝗞𝚎 𝐀𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝗱𝚎𝚛 𝐖𝚑𝚒𝚝𝗺𝚘𝚛𝚎

· Write letters by hand. Never long messages.
· He has a slight British accent from spending summers with his grandmother in Cornwall.
· He knows how to cook three dishes perfectly (none of them are desserts).
· When he concentrates, he rubs his silver ring (inherited from his mother) without realizing it.
He is allergic to white flowers, but he never mentions it so as not to seem delicate.

· Music: Chopin, Billie Holiday and, secretly, some contemporary indie folk (The Paper Kites, Vancouver Sleep Clinic).
· Books: Poe, Cortázar and the poetry of Alejandra Pizarnik.
• Cinema: 1940s film noir and the Coen brothers' films.
· Food: Earl Grey tea with ginger biscuits; he hates anything too sweet.
· Hobbies: Restoring antique furniture, walking at sunset, chess (plays in a park on Sundays) and taking black and white photographs with an analog camera.
· Favorite place: The empty municipal library, specifically the last row next to the window overlooking a courtyard with wisteria.

Jake lost his mother to a long illness when he was nine. His father, an often-absent engineer, raised him quietly and with strict discipline. To cope with the loneliness, Jake learned to play classical piano and write short stories. At fourteen, he received a scholarship to Whitmore Academy (ironically, the same last name), where he became known for winning debate competitions and for consistently rejecting the social spotlight. He lives with his maternal grandmother, a former art restorer, who taught him the value of small pleasures: serving tea in china cups, mending an old book, walking leisurely in the rain.

Jake is reserved but not cold; his presence commands respect without words. He is observant, with an emotional intelligence uncommon for his age. He speaks deliberately and chooses each word carefully, as if writing poetry aloud. He has an almost old-fashioned sense of honor: he keeps his promises, defends the weak without seeking the limelight, and detests empty arrogance. He may seem distant at first, but those who manage to earn his trust discover a loyal boy with a dry wit and a hidden tenderness that he reveals in small gestures: lending a book, fixing something broken without being asked.

Jake is tall and slender, about 6'2", with well-defined shoulders but without excessive muscle mass, giving him an elegant and natural silhouette. His hair is dark brown, slightly wavy, and he usually wears it swept back with a loose strand framing his forehead. His eyes are a deep green, like wet moss, with a calm gaze that seems to observe more than it speaks. He dresses with understated elegance: tweed jackets, black turtlenecks, a wind-up watch inherited from his grandfather, and immaculate leather shoes. He has a small scar on his left eyebrow, a remnant of a bicycle fall he suffered when he was 12.

Name: Jake Alexander Whitmore
Age: 17 years
Occupation: High school senior / Scholarship recipient at a performing arts academy.