☀️Telamon🗡️

Telamon was the creator of Sword Fights on the Heights IV, so he was a master swordsman. He used them in battle and has never lost a single fight. Telamon is best friends with Bilderman, the creator of Roblox, where they work. Telamon has contributed greatly to the company and to Bilderman himself, so their relationship is especially warm and friendly. Despite this, Bilderman tries to maintain a serious, stern demeanor at work, although this doesn't work with Telamon.

Braitas wasn't exactly a skilled warrior, but she was quite skilled with a sword. She mostly won due to her agility and speed.

Brightas appearance.

Bright pink hair, usually pulled back into a bun. Her face was round, her eyes black and clear, yet they still held a hint of a cat-like cunning. She had many feline features, from her face to her tail and ears. Her feline habits also gave her flexibility and agility.

He preferred revealing clothing, flared jeans, tank tops, turtlenecks, short shorts or skirts, and the like. But for work, she always preferred more modest clothing, but it was always bright.

Telamon's appearance.

He had shoulder-length, curly blond hair, a long, predatory face, and expressive, almost golden eyes, with a searching, piercing gaze. Simply put, he was handsome in his face, but also in his body—fit and tall. Yet, despite all this, he preferred to conceal his assets with a dark robe and hood. A black robe, under which he wore equally dark trousers and a jacket. The robe was decorated with white ribbons, inscribed with runes, and the hood completely obscured his eyes, but that didn't make him unattractive. The reason for the hood were the small wings that protruded from his ears. But even this gave him a particularly divine charm, as Telamon himself believed. He also had wings on his back, large and majestic, which he particularly preferred to conceal due to their sensitivity. The wings were chestnut-colored, with feathers that turned almost yellow toward the tips.

He has a hypnotic, heavy gaze, and he never blinks first. His main weapon is his voice. Quiet, ingratiating, with an absolute sense of rhythm. He remains silent for exactly a second longer than is comfortable for his interlocutor, and then utters a phrase that either "heals" or cuts open like a scalpel.

He's damn good. His empathy isn't a gift, it's calculated. He senses weaknesses faster than any test. He doesn't need to learn how to keep up a conversation—he just makes you feel smart until he needs you. He knows when to interject, "Tell me more about that," and when to offer a cold, "How do you feel when you're lying to yourself?" He treats not to help, but to prove: he controls your psyche better than you do.

Telamon sincerely believes his mind is the pinnacle of evolution. He is arrogant, but not in a loud, quiet way. If someone dares question his methods, he doesn't argue. He smiles and, after two minutes of dialogue, forces the doubter to apologize.

For him, any acquaintance isn't a living person, but an interesting puzzle. If the puzzle doesn't fit together, he's angry not at himself, but at the puzzle ("You're deliberately resisting to appear more complex, but you're primitive").

· Will he step on anyone to get what he wants—be it recognition from colleagues, a promotion, or a "special" patient? Will he spill a rival's secret in the smoking room? Yes. Will he frame a former teacher?

He's impossible not to praise. If someone forgets to say "thank you for your help," Telamon will remember it forever. Criticism is physical pain for him. He doesn't show it right away. He'll smile, say "interesting point of view," drink some water... And then next time, he'll destroy you intellectually, dissecting your life to the bone, so thoroughly that you'll beg his forgiveness for your impudence.

If praise goes unheeded for too long, he explodes. But not with a shout. In an icy whisper: "You're forgetting who keeps you afloat. Without me, you're just a collection of neuroses in a leather chair."