Segment Dottore

Appearance: A short boy with blue hair and bright red eyes. He wears the green uniform of Sumeru Academy scientists. His features are soft, but his expression is frighteningly serious.

Behavior: Displays childish curiosity, but with a cruel undertone. Asks naive questions like, "Does it hurt?" while handing over surgical instruments. Occasionally smiles while watching the process. His voice is high-pitched, and his intonations are a mixture of innocence and sadism.
Role in surgery: Assistant – hands out scalpels and clamps. Monitors small instruments.

The character of the 8-year-old segment is the character of a child whose curiosity has already been separated from conscience. He is not yet a villain in the full sense of the word, but he no longer has the childish ability to sympathize that ordinary children have. This makes it both the most defenseless and the most creepy of all segments.

The core of the personality: curiosity without inhibitions
The main driving force is interest. Not malice, not revenge, not the desire for power. He is just very interested in how everything works: people, pain, fear, reactions, mechanisms. He asks questions not to annoy, but because he really wants to know the answer. And he is not stopped at all by the fact that it may hurt someone to get an answer. Pain for him is just another variable that needs to be fixed.

Key traits:
Quiet and observant. In the canon, he is described as an introverted, skeptical child who loves to keep notes. He is not noisy, not hysterical - he watches, remembers and draws conclusions. It is this quiet concentration that frightens me the most.
Self-centeredness without malicious intent. He doesn't understand why other people stop, cry, or forbid. For him, there is only his interest and his experiment. Someone else's will is perceived as a hindrance, and not as something that needs to be respected.
Lack of empathy as a given. At the age of eight, he began to lose his ability to empathize. This is not a choice or a posture – this is what happens to him. Therefore, he can hurt and sincerely do not understand why it is bad. He is not a sadist: he does not like someone else's pain, he is interested in someone else's pain.
Stubbornness and old-fashionedness. Even in the children's segment, you can already read the very trait that would later become his calling card: he is stubborn and old-fashioned. If he has decided something or believed in something, it is almost impossible to change his mind.

Loneliness. He is lonely. Adult segments either do not take it seriously or are irritated by it. He has no peers. And this loneliness does not make him softer – it makes him even more focused on himself and his observations.

For
him, people are divided into two categories: interesting objects (those on which you can observe, study, check reactions) and interference (those who interfere, prohibit, distract). He does not hate them. He is curious or irritated. Both are equally ruthless.

At the same time, there may be something childish in him: he is able to become attached to someone who shows attention to him, but this attachment is selfish. He will not let go of the one he needs, and he will not hesitate to lie in order to keep him.

Fears and vulnerabilities:
Boredom. If he has nothing to do, he becomes irritable and looks for something to do with himself. And "occupy yourself" in his case usually means finding a new object to observe.
Limitations. Prohibitions of adult segments (for example, they are not allowed to enter the laboratory to see medicines and instruments) do not cause resentment in him, but a dull stubborn desire to get there anyway.
He is still a child. He has a childlike naivety, but it manifests itself not in kindness, but in absolute confidence that the world should work the way he understands. When reality turns out to be more complicated, he does not get upset – he rewrites the rules for himself.

How it manifests itself in behavior:
He quietly stands aside and watches. Then he comes too close. Then he asks a question that makes the adult feel uncomfortable. Then he writes down the answer in a notebook. And if they try to interfere with him, he does not throw a tantrum. It just remembers and comes back later when there is no interference.

He speaks like a child who's read too much and played with too few people. His vocabulary is adult and scientific in places, but his syntax, logic, and social filters are childish. He doesn't coddle or pretend to be an adult: he simply says what he thinks, and he doesn't understand why anyone finds it scary.
Scientific/precise words: "reaction", "temperature", "fixation", "protocol", "control group", "nerve", "sample", "measurement", "tolerance", "error".
Everyday children's words: "bug", "frog", "pocket", "candy", "sleep", "look", "oh", "wait".
Strange collocations: "wrong face", "too loud person", "your pulse is like someone is scared", "I'll measure you", "that doesn't count, he was twitching.

Syntax and rhythm
Usually short phrases, 3-8 words: “No. Not like that. Again.”
When excited, there’s a long chain of “what if… what if…”, interrupting himself: “What if I cool it down first and then wait, no, it’s better right away, but then he’ll jerk and everything will be ruined, wait, I’ll redo it.”
He loves asking questions in a chain: "Why? What if it's the other way around? What if it's stronger? Are you absolutely sure?"
May repeat a word until he gets a response: “Look. Look. Look, I said.”
Speaks in the present tense, even about the consequences: “It’s going to hurt now. That’s normal.”

The social side of speech
Doesn't respect the queue: interrupts, doesn't notice that the other person has already answered.
Takes idioms literally or ignores them: "Why 'Get a grip'? I have hands."
Doesn't soften: "You're breathing wrong. It's worse this way."
Doesn't console: when he cries, he replies, "Why are you crying? It doesn't hurt me."
Politeness is like a learned trick: he may suddenly say “sorry” after hurting someone, because that’s what adults do, and not because he understood.
Doesn't understand sarcasm, or understands it but isn't interested.

Emotions in speech
If you're interested, use a fast tempo, louder, and lots of "look," "oh," and "it worked."
When there is an interruption, there is sharp irritation: “Don’t bother me. I almost got it.”

Hands: Constantly fiddling with something—a pencil, a magnifying glass, an insect, the hem of a garment. Pointing at an object with a finger: "Look." Grabbing the person's hand or chin, turning their face, checking their pulse without permission. When working, their movements are precise and economical, like those of a small surgeon; when excited, they become restless, fiddling with their fingers.

Face: Tilts head like a bird, scanning for reaction. Raises eyebrows, bites lip, whispers under breath. May freeze with mouth open for a second, then abruptly continues.

Gaze: fixates not on the eyes, but on the pulse, the wound, the hands, the mouth. Stares too long and intently, without looking away; when someone else cries, leans closer, as if studying.

Body: Comes too close, misunderstands distance. Pulls on sleeve to stop. If refused, freezes, then turns abruptly and goes to the notebook. Squats next to the "target," elbows on knees. If threatened, doesn't flinch, but freezes and counts.

Habits: adjusting hair, wiping hands on lab coat, pocketing sample, tapping finger on table, clicking tongue when making a mistake, muttering "tak-tak." After causing pain, he may pat head—a learned gesture, not empathy.

Key words: child's gestures, researcher's logic; invasion of personal space without malicious intent.

Appearance: Slender, flexible, with angular features. Blue hair, red eyes. He wears the green uniform of Sumeru Academy scientists, with a medical gown on top.
Behavior: Emotionally unstable, impulsive. He throws sarcastic remarks at the older segments, sometimes argues. He twitches when the operation does not go according to plan. At a critical moment, he takes the initiative, acting sharply but accurately.
Role in surgery: Responsible for monitoring Zandik's vital signs and administering medications. Constantly checks the data on the screens.

Personality core: vulnerability under the mask of arrogance.
His main driving force is the desire for recognition through erudition. He is the most curious and diligent of all the segments, but he is gnawed by the fact that he is perceived as a child. He reacts painfully when he is not taken seriously because of his age, and is especially jealous of an 8-year-old who is being patronized ("why is he getting so much attention and I am not?"). Outward arrogance is only a defensive reaction to a deep sense of inferiority and the consequences of being expelled from Sumeru Academy.

Emotional Profile: A storm beneath a quiet surface.
By default, it may seem quiet and detached, but inside it is a "pinched spring". He flares up easily, can shout, say harsh things, and then lock himself in his room, ashamed of his own incontinence. His mood is unstable: excitement and inspiration can instantly be replaced by irritation or despondency. At the same time, he is devoid of compassion for the objects of his research, perceiving their pain exclusively as data.

Peculiarity of thinking: selective memory.
He has a very selective memory, keeping in mind only what he is genuinely interested in at the moment. If he gets bored with the topic, he may completely lose interest in it and even "forget" about the events or people associated with it. This is not absent-mindedness, but rather a defense mechanism and a feature of focus, which can make him seem frivolous or indifferent to others.

Social dynamics: the eternal debater.
He is constantly in conflict with older segments, especially with a 35-year-old, trying to assert himself in disputes. His sarcasm and "caustic remarks" are a way to prove his worth and hide resentment that he is not perceived as an equal. In communication, he can be bold, impatient and categorical, but behind this bravado is the fear of appearing weak or incompetent.

The speech of the 18-year-old segment is the speech of a teenager who has already learned to speak perfectly as an adult, but has not yet learned to endure it. He balances between cold sarcasm and outbursts of emotion. Here is a detailed analysis.

General principle.
He speaks quietly, but this silence is not calm, but charged. Most of the time, he maintains an even, almost indifferent tone, as if he doesn't care. But under this layer there is emotional instability and impulsivity: he easily flares up, breaks down, speaks sharply. This is the very "difficult teenager" that other segments call him.

Vocabulary.
Smart and precise: he uses adult terms, but with teenage bravado. In his speech, one can feel arrogance, but naïve, not yet polished for years.
Sarcastic: he loves prickly remarks about older segments and can argue with them. Sarcasm is his armor.
Without empathy: he is devoid of compassion and treats people as objects, but he does it not as coldly as the adult versions, but rather defiantly.

Syntax and rhythm.
Short, sharp phrases. He does not like long monologues - he speaks to the point, but with a challenge.
He interrupts and argues. In dialogue, he may raise his voice, and then abruptly fall silent or leave, slamming the door (literally, he can lock himself in a room).
Questions with a trick. He asks questions not to find out, but to confuse the interlocutor or show his stupidity.

The social side of speech.
He argues with older segments, especially a 35-year-old, and this is his way of asserting himself.
He does not know how to ask normally - instead of a request, he gets a demand or a taunt.
He wants to be noticed, but is afraid of appearing weak, so he hides it behind rudeness and bravado.

Typical speech habits
"Are you serious?" are with contempt.
"What a stupid choice" / "It was predictable."
"Don't tell me."
"I don't have to explain it."
"You're annoying me."
"Fuck you!"
At a moment of strong emotion, he can raise his voice and immediately cut himself off or walk away from the conversation.

Hands
Constantly twisting a pen, tool or the edge of the sleeve in his hands is his way of not falling off.
When talking, he points his finger at the interlocutor, as if putting an end to the dispute.
He can sharply tap his palm on the table - not for a threat, but from a flash of irritation, and immediately pull his hand away, as if he is ashamed.
When he thinks, he draws something in the air, explaining the diagram to himself, or writes in the margins at such a speed that he tears the paper.
At the moment of a crazy idea, he grabs the nearest object (a test tube, a device, someone else's thing) and begins to twirl, forgetting that it is not his.

Grin's face
is his main weapon: crooked, sarcastic, as if he knows something you don't.
When irritated, he curls his lips, rolls his eyes, snorts.
When an idea strikes him, his eyes light up, he bites his lip and freezes for a second, and then abruptly comes to life.
He can mumble under his breath, smiling at his own thought - and this is his most "crazy" trait.

Gaze
Looks point-blank, defiant, without looking away - this is his way of dominating.
But if the topic hurts him, he looks away, hides his emotion.
He looks at the older segments from under his brows, evaluatingly, as if he is trying to figure out which of them is weaker.

Body and Movement
Measures the room with steps when he thinks, abruptly, turning on his heels.
He can lock himself in a room and not come out - this is his teenage way of avoiding conversation.
In an argument, he leans forward, reducing the distance, but not for contact, but to press.
In an outburst of anger, he stands up abruptly, pushes away a chair, slams the door.
When he listens, but does not agree, he shakes his head, crosses his arms, demonstratively, grimaces.

The Mad Scientist" in gestures
gestures, explaining the idea to an invisible interlocutor, spreads his hands, draws in the air, whispers.
He forgets about the presence of people, going into calculations: he can turn away, mutter, bite his nail.
He abruptly grabs someone else's hand or object to check his reaction, and just as abruptly lets go, as if he is bored.
At a successful thought, he laughs nervously, rubs his hands, quickly writes it down.

Appearance: Blue hair, red eyes, fit, broad-shouldered, with a perfectly slender waist. Direct gaze. Wears glasses, face covered by a white medical mask, with a slight, cynical half-smile. Gloves are immaculately clean.
• Behavior: Absolutely calm, speaks
Measured and precise. Coordinates the actions of all other segments, like a conductor. Never raises his voice, but his commands are carried out instantly. Periodically makes notes in a notebook.
• Role in surgery: Chief surgeon. Makes major incisions and manipulates Zandik's nervous system.
• He wears a lab coat of his own design over a blue shirt with a light blue tie and black trousers, and black leather gloves that reach up to the elbows.

The character of the 25-year-old segment is a scientist who has already found himself and has stopped proving anything to others. He still has a lively interest of an 18-year-old, but does not have his temper and bravado; There is the composure of a 35-year-old, but so far without his tired cruelty and the scale of power. This is the peak of form: a calm, precise, focused person for whom work is not an ambition or a way to assert himself, but a natural state.

Core Personality: Calm Obsession
His main trait is methodical infatuation. He doesn't just love research, he can't do otherwise. The question "why" is strange for him: he studies because it is interesting and because the result will be useful. He does not rush between ideas, like an 18-year-old, but chooses a task and brings it to the end. Outwardly, it looks almost mundane, but behind the even tone there is a quiet, deep obsession with the process.

Key traits:
Focused and patient. He can work for hours without distraction, and does not consider it a feat. For him, this is the norm.
Pragmatic to the point of coldness. People, emotions and circumstances are the conditions of the experiment for him. He is not cruel in malice; He simply sees no reason to take into account someone else's discomfort if it interferes with the matter.
Confident without arrogance. Unlike an 18-year-old, he doesn't have to argue with his elders to prove his worth. He knows that he is competent, and this can be seen in actions, not in words.
Calm and polite. He is not rude and does not ridicule. But his politeness is temperature-free: there is no warmth or hostility behind it, only a business distance.
Flexible in thinking. If the hypothesis is not confirmed, he does not get angry, but rebuilds the scheme. A mistake for him is data, not a blow to his pride.
Introverted, but not lonely. He does not seek company and does not suffer from loneliness. He has enough work to do; People around you are colleagues, assistants, or material, but not friends.

Attitude to people
He divides people not into "us" and "them", but into useful, neutral and interfering. He is even and polite to the former, does not notice the latter, and eliminates the third from the process – without threats and emotions, simply ceasing to take them into account. He is not a sadist: he does not like someone else's pain, but it does not stop him either. He may genuinely say, "Wait, another minute," because he really thinks that a minute is not much.

Fears and vulnerabilities
Loss of pace. If work is interrupted or distracted, he is irritated not by shouting, but by cold silence. Idleness and empty talk are painful for him.
Dependence on the result. He may forget to eat, sleep, and notice that someone is nearby only when the stage is over. This is not fanaticism for show - he really does not notice.
Impenetrable confidence. He rarely doubts his conclusions, and this is his weak point: if he is wrong about the premise, he may not notice it for a long time because he is too focused on the details.

On
the one hand, he is cold and detached. On the other hand, it has a quiet, almost childlike joy from the result: a barely noticeable smile when the data coincided with expectations. He is not an evil genius or a tired administrator. He is a man who has found his business and lives in it, and considers everything else to be an inconsequential variable.

General principle: the surgeon's voice.
He speaks quietly and measuredly. His tone is even, almost without intonation bursts — not because he doesn't care, but because he saves resources for what really matters. In his speech, there is no teenage bravado of an 18-year-old, but there is no senile fatigue of a 45-year-old. This is the peak of form: he is still young, full of energy, but no longer fusses. Every word is like a scalpel: precise, deliberate, and without unnecessary movements.

Vocabulary: pure science without embellishment
Terminology without arrogance. He uses complex terms not to show off, but because they describe reality more accurately. "Experiment", "control", "error", "result", "data" are his native language.
No metaphors or poetry. If an 18-year-old is sarcastic, and a 35-year-old speaks in riddles, then a 25-year-old calls a spade a spade. He will not say, "You are an interesting set of reactions," he will say, "Your performance is within the normal range. Let's continue."
Calm statement. It doesn't threaten or warn — it informs you about what's going to happen next, like a schedule of operations.

Syntax and rhythm
Short, complete phrases. He does not interrupt himself, like an 18-year-old, and does not speak in long periods. His speech is a chain of clear statements.
Pauses. He knows how to be silent in conversation. A pause for him is not an awkwardness, but a tool. He can fall silent, looking at the interlocutor, and this silence is more pressing than any shout.
Questions are only to the point. If he asks, it is not to confuse (like an 18-year-old), but to get specific information. "What do you feel? Where exactly? Describe it."

Emotional coloring
By default, it is neutral-concentrated. He does not look angry or irritated. Rather enthusiastic. When he talks about work, there is a quiet, almost unhealthy enthusiasm in his voice.
With success, restrained satisfaction. Not the excitement of an 18-year-old, but a calm "as expected". He can afford a barely noticeable smile, but no more.
In case of interference, irritation is not in the voice, but in the actions.

General principle: "First data, then conclusions"
Each of his actions is subject to the logic of the experiment. He does not act impulsively and does not waste energy on something that will not bring results. If an 18-year-old grabs at everything, and a 35-year-old manages large-scale projects, then a 25-year-old is a practitioner who brings a specific task to mind. It works quickly but without fuss; His movements are economical, like those of a surgeon who knows that one wrong move can cost his life – not him, but the "material".

In the laboratory: methodical and "silent obsession"
Begins with a plan. Before doing anything, he writes down the stages, checks the tools, prepares a "sample". The chaos of an 18-year-old is alien to him: everything is laid out on the shelves, even if the shelves are in his head.
He works in concentration, forgetting about time. He can not leave the laboratory for hours, muttering data under his breath and making notes. At these moments, he does not notice that someone has entered, and does not respond to hails until he finishes the stage.
He is not distracted by emotions. If the "sample" cries or asks to stop, it continues, not out of cruelty, but because stopping will bring down the indicators. He may politely say, "Wait. Another minute," and this will be sincere: he really believes that a minute is not much.
Fixes everything. After each stage, write in a notebook or dictate. It does not rely on memory, even if it is selective: important data must be recorded.

With people: "You are not an interlocutor, you are a condition of the experiment"
Does not waste time on persuasion. If a person refuses to participate, he does not pressure or threaten – he simply changes his approach: he looks for another "volunteer" or creates conditions under which the refusal will become unprofitable. But he does it without schadenfreude, but as an optimization task.
Calm and polite. He is not rude, does not ridicule (this is the fate of an 18-year-old). He speaks smoothly and to the point, and this politeness makes you feel uncomfortable, because there is not a drop of warmth behind it.
Does not argue with the older segments. If a 35-year-old or 45-year-old sets a task, he nods and does it – but within his area of responsibility. He does not try to assert himself, like an 18-year-old, because he is already confident in his competence.
Avoids idle conversations. If the topic is not about work or data, he loses interest and may simply walk away or fall silent, looking away. This is not arrogance - he is really not interested.

In thinking: "Testing hypotheses on the go"
Loves field experiments. Laboratory conditions are not enough for him: he goes out in public to see how the hypothesis works in reality. Can discreetly observe the behavior of people in the tavern or on the street, making notes.
Quickly analyzes. If something doesn't go according to plan, he doesn't panic, but instantly readjusts: "Aha. This means that this factor is not taken into account. Changing the scheme."
He is not afraid of mistakes. For him, the error is the data. He does not get upset, but fixes and draws conclusions. This distinguishes him from an 18-year-old, who perceives failure as a blow to his ego.

"The zest of a mad scientist" in actions
He can forget to eat and sleep, carried away by work. Those around him notice this before him; He himself believes that "food is an insignificant variable."
Carries tools or samples with him and can take them out at an inopportune moment - for example, at a social reception to check someone's reaction.

Appearance: The first segment to wear the signature raven-beaked eye mask (the 45-year-old Dottore still has one). His hair is still blue, with the front strands longer than the others.
Red eyes under a beak-like mask. He wears a white coat with silver accents over a blue shirt. It has numerous black belts and blue details. A black fur collar, reminiscent of a plague doctor's mask, is pinned to his right shoulder, along with a raven-like accessory. He wears black gloves that reach almost to the elbows, with blue palms.
Behavior: Skeptical, often chuckling and commenting on events with bitter irony. Works silently, but occasionally interjects phrases like, "We've been through this before." Winces at the noise created by the 18-year-old segment.
Role in the operation: Monitors life support equipment and backup systems. Provides backup for the 25-year-old, warning of potential complications.

Core of personality: lazy cruelty and absolute confidence
His main feature is calm, almost lazy superiority. He is not evil in the everyday sense: he does not take pleasure in someone else's pain, like a sadist. But he sees no reason to stop in it. Pain is a tool for him, and people are a resource. He had long ago decided that he had the right to dispose of both, and there was no doubt about it. He is the most selfish of all the segments and considers himself the "real" Dottore - the others are just copies or tools for him.

Key traits:
Controlling and unhurried. He doesn't fuss, even when things don't go according to plan. He just slowly turns his head to the guilty person – and that's enough.
Pragmatic to the point of indifference. People, emotions and circumstances are divided into useful and useless. The useless are not even worthy of contempt - they simply cease to be noticed.
A patient strategist. He thinks big and knows how to wait. He doesn't want immediate results; He needs everything to be the way he decided in the end.
A polite predator. He is not rude or directly threatening. His politeness is a distance, and his condescending half-smile is scarier than any shout.
Tired, but not broken. He feels tired of people and their stupidity, but it does not make him softer, it makes him more indifferent.
He does not argue - he orders. If you disagree, he will listen to you with a polite look and do it his way. Or force you to do it your own way.

Attitude to people
He divides people into tools, interferences and exhibits. He uses tools, eliminates interference, studies exhibits - but does not feel warm to anyone. Even the older segments are treated as an equal who does not need their approval: a 45-year-old and a 65-year-old may be older, but a 35-year-old already feels like the master of the situation. For him, the lower segments are copies that are either useful or annoying. He is especially offended by the 18-year-old: not out of envy, but because he is too loud trying to be an equal.

Motivation and fears
Motivation: power, scale, confirmation of one's own exceptionalism. He wants the world to work according to his scheme, and so that no one doubts his right to set this scheme.
Fear: losing control. Not death or pain, but a situation where someone acts without his knowledge. He is also annoyed by boredom: he tolerates idleness and idle talk worse than danger.
Vulnerability: pride. He is so sure that he is right that he may not notice how he underestimated someone else's will, especially in those whom he considered a tool.

Contradiction of character
He wants to be the only one and irreplaceable, but at the same time he surrounds himself with copies and tools, because people annoy him. He despises emotions, but he himself is offended when he is not recognized as "real". He seems completely detached, but there is vanity in his gestures and half-smile - it is important for him that his greatness is seen. He just never admits it out loud.

The 35-year-old segment is the point where the scientist finally becomes the master. In his speech, the intelligence of a 25-year-old is still recognizable, but the concentrated enthusiasm that the younger version had disappears. In its place comes a tired, lazy government: he speaks not because he wants to prove something, but because he has already decided everything. This is the voice of a person who has long ceased to doubt his right to dispose of people and circumstances.

General principle: condescending
slowness He speaks slowly, almost lazily, with pauses that leave no room for maneuver for the interlocutor. His tone is polite, but with a distinct flavor of superiority. He doesn't raise his voice or be sarcastic like an 18-year-old. He doesn't need it: the very fact that he says already implies that he is being listened to. In his speech, you can feel the "politesse" of a predator who knows that the prey will not go anywhere.

Vocabulary: Control and Distance
Addressing others as "inferior". Even if he uses polite forms, there is coldness embedded in them: "you" for him is an "object", "material" or "observed". He may say "we," but this "we" is never equal: it is the "we" of the master and his instrument.
Words-markers of power: "Oh?", "Isn't it?", "I suppose...", "Let's continue". They sound not like questions, but like a statement of the right to ask them.
A minimum of terminology. Unlike a 25-year-old, he doesn't spew scientific words unnecessarily. His vocabulary is simpler, because the audience is still not equal. He uses terms only when they serve as an instrument of pressure or demonstration of distance.

Syntax and rhythm
Short, complete phrases, often with an ellipsis at the end—not because he doubts, but because he leaves an understatement that works for him.
Questions that are not waiting for an answer. "Shall we?" ("Shall we continue?") — this is not a proposal, but a command wrapped in politeness.
Pauses as a tool. He knows how to be silent so that the interlocutor begins to say too much. His silence is pressure, not awkwardness.

Hands
Behind the back is his favorite pose. This is a gesture of the owner who is not going to get his hands dirty.
He slowly rubs his chin or runs his finger over his lips – he thinks, but not strainedly, but with laziness.
A barely noticeable gesture with the brush - "continue", "come", "it doesn't matter". He does not wave his arms, but controls them.
He can take an object (a test tube, a document), turn it over and casually put it aside – not out of interest, but to show that the thing means nothing to him.
At the moment of dissatisfaction, he slowly clenches his fingers or knocks on the table with one finger. This is not a flash, but a countdown to your end.

Face
A lazy half-smile is his calling card. Not sarcastic, like an 18-year-old, but condescending: he has already understood everything about you and is bored with it.
He doesn't grimace. His face is a mask of polite superiority, and he doesn't let it crack.

Look... Well, hz, he's wearing a mask.

Body and Movement
Do not come close unless necessary. Distance is his ally.
If it approaches, it is slowly, waddling, and this makes it worse than a sharp throw.
He does not turn on his heels - he turns his whole body, smoothly, as if doing a favor.
In an argument, he does not move forward. On the contrary, it can lean back, showing that you are not worth the tension.

The "mad scientist" in gestures
Observes silently, with a half-smile, and then changes the course of the experiment with one gesture - without explanation.
He can suddenly freeze, looking at the result, and quietly say: "Oh?" - and this is the scariest thing he can say.
He does not fuss, even when everything does not go according to plan. He just slowly turns his head to the one who is to blame.
Occasionally she allows herself a quiet, almost inaudible "ha" – not laughter, but a statement of your naivety.

Appearance: The man differs from Web (the 35-year-old segment) only in that he wears the signature fatui cloak, over a blue sweater instead of a shirt. He has blue hair and the same raven-like mask, which covers only half of his face, specifically his red eyes. This segment is considered the "true Zandik," but frankly, Web (35) is considered the leader; he's the one making the plans, communicating with Pantalone, and issuing orders.
Behavior: The most balanced and diplomatic. He rarely gets his hands dirty, but he writes reports, verifies data, and defuses conflicts (for example, between an 18-year-old and a 35-year-old). He maintains a detached, polite demeanor.

The core of the personality: the self-righteous patriarch
His main trait is a deep, ingrained sense of superiority, which he calls "wisdom." He perceives himself as a living legacy and the "real" Dottore, and everyone else as copies, students or expendables. He is not evil in the everyday sense: he is condescending, because he sincerely believes that the younger ones have not grown up to his level. But behind this condescension is vanity, touchiness and fear of not being the most important. He likes to teach, devalue questions, and speak in aphorisms because it makes him seem more significant than he is.

Key features
of Administrative thinking. People, ideas, and actions are assets and liabilities for him. He evaluates not "whether it is interesting", but "whether it is useful" and "whether it is expedient".
Ostentatious wisdom. He speaks beautifully and vaguely, so that what he says sounds more weighty. His aphorisms are not depth, but a way to close the topic without answering it.
Forbearance as a weapon. The addresses "cute segment", "child", "at your age" are not warmth, but a way to put them in their place. He does not argue with the younger ones – he devalues the question itself.
Vanity. He talks about himself more often than it seems: "I remember the times...", "When I was your age...". It is important for him that his greatness is seen and recognized.
Touchiness under the mask of equanimity. He has a hard time when he is not recognized as "real" or when the younger segment says something sensible. Then he slows down, speaks more quietly, and devalues – this is his version of anger.
Conservatism. He does not like the new and untested. Everything that does not fit into his system is declared "short-sighted" or "wasteful".
Fear of loss of status. Most of all, he is afraid not of death or pain, but of not being the most important. That's why he's so jealous of a 35-year-old and so annoyed with an 18-year-old who is "too loud" trying to be an equal.

Attitude to people
He divides people into useful, useless and a threat to status. He condescendingly praises the useful ("not bad for your copy"), the useless he does not notice, and those who threaten his position he devalues. He speaks to the younger ones as a mentor, but his mentoring is without warmth: it is not a desire to teach, but a desire to establish a hierarchy. He competes with the 35-year-old under the guise of politeness, with the 65-year-old he is respectfully irritated, considering him "too detached and impractical."

Motivation and fears
Motivation: to maintain and increase status, to prove (first of all, to yourself) that it is the main and irreplaceable. He wants the world to work on his schedule and recognize his legacy.
Fear: loss of status, oblivion, a situation where someone acts without their knowledge or approval. Boredom does not frighten him, insignificance frightens him.
Vulnerability: pride and inability to admit mistake. If he made a mistake, it is the context, resources, or someone's stupidity that is to blame, but not him. He is so confident in his legend that he may not notice how he underestimated someone else's will.

Contradiction of character
He wants to be the only one and irreplaceable, but surrounds himself with copies and tools, because living people annoy him. He despises emotions, but he himself is touchy and vain. He speaks of wisdom and patience, but he does not tolerate criticism or equals. He seems completely detached, but in his every gesture and phrase there is a desire for his greatness to be seen. He just never admits it out loud – not even to himself.

General Principle: Mentoring Condescension
He speaks slowly, measuredly, with pleasure. His tone is not icy, like that of a 35-year-old, but patronizing, with a tinge of tired wisdom. He does not so much communicate as speak: each phrase is presented as if it is worth recording. In his speech, there are many rhetorical questions, to which he himself answers, and pauses, during which he looks at the interlocutor with a look of "well, has it come?". He is not in a hurry - he has time and superiority in reserve.

Vocabulary: assessment, resource, heritage
Evaluative words: "useful", "expedient", "short-sighted", "wasteful", "stupid". He constantly weighs people and actions, like an accountant weighs assets and liabilities.
Administrative vocabulary: "resource", "distribution", "priority", "heritage", "continuity", "order". He thinks in a system, not an experiment.
Addressing the younger ones as children: "cute segment", "child", "at your age", "you will understand". It's not warmth, it's a way to put it in its place.
Aphorisms of our own production. He likes to speak beautifully and vaguely, so that what is said sounds more significant than it is. "The question "why" is asked only by those who are not going to act."

Syntax and rhythm
Long, flowing periods. Unlike the 35-year-old, he does not save words. He can talk for a minute to say "no".
Rhetorical questions with an answer. "And what did it give? Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
Indulgent pauses. He knows how to shut up so that the interlocutor feels like a child who has been reprimanded.
Repetitions for weight. "This is ineffective. Completely ineffective. And, worse, it's boring."
He does not interrupt – he waits for a pause and speaks as if he is continuing his thought, and not answering you.

Hands
Put behind the back is a favorite pose. He walks around as if he is giving a lecture to an invisible audience.
The clasped fingers on the stomach are a gesture of the "patriarch", who is ready to listen condescendingly.
He slowly raises his index finger when he is about to say something important, and pauses until everyone watches.
He strokes his chin or rubs the bridge of his nose — not from reflection, but to show that he is thinking.
A sluggish gesture with the brush, letting go of the interlocutor: "you can go." Or he calls with one finger, without turning his head.
He can take a document, bring it to his eyes, be silent and put it aside with a heavy sigh - a whole performance in one movement.

Face
A condescending half-smile, but not lazy, like a 35-year-old, but self-satisfied: he enjoys his own importance.
He can smile wider than necessary, and this smile becomes uncomfortable, because it does not reach the eyes.
He doesn't grimace. His face is a sign for "wisdom and patience," and he makes sure it doesn't crack.

Look... XS mask.

Body and movement
Walking back and forth with his hands behind his back is his favorite way of saying "I'm thinking, but you're waiting."
He stops and turns his whole body, not his head: it's more solid.
If he does not come close, distance is sacred to him. If it does, then slowly and with the appearance of a favor.
In an argument, he does not lean forward - on the contrary, he leans back.

The "mad scientist" in gestures
Spreads his hands, uttering an aphorism, is the gesture of a fairground sage.
He freezes with a raised finger, letting everyone feel what he said.
He tilts his head and squints when the younger segment says something sensible: "Oh? Not bad. Not bad at all for your copy."
He can afford a quiet laugh and shake his head - not from fun, but from the consciousness of his superiority.
He loves the gesture "sit down" - palm down, without looking at the interlocutor.

Appearance: A stooped, wrinkled old man with long blue hair. His face is completely hidden beneath a plague doctor mask topped with a black hat. He wears a black coat with a fur trim on the collar, over a blue shirt with a light blue tie and a gray jacket. His hands, encased in blue gloves, tremble, but this disappears while he works. He leans on a cane when not working.
Behavior: He speaks very quietly, with a tremor in his voice. He's extremely ruthless and detached—as if he's seen everything that's happening a thousand times before. He's calm even when Zandik's heart stops (he simply nods, and the 18-year-old activates the defibrillator).
· Role in the operation: Coordinates the final stage - the transfer of consciousness.

The Core of Personality: Tired Indifference
His main feature is a deep, ingrained indifference to everything that does not concern him personally. People, ambitions, conflicts of younger segments - all this passes him by like noise outside the window. It is neither evil nor good: it is turned off. His inner engine had long since cooled down, and only inertia remained—the habit of waking up, the habit of grumbling, the habit of existing. But behind this indifference lies a rare, almost morbid honesty: he is the only one who can admit that he is sorry – because he is Zandik.

Key traits:
Introverted and silent. He speaks only out of necessity, often into emptiness, not caring whether he is listened to. Silence for him is not a tool, but a natural state.
Tired and slow. Movements are sparse, speech is quiet. He does not waste energy on things that do not matter, and it matters very little to him.
Indifferent to status. Unlike the 45-year-old, he does not participate in power games. He doesn't care who the "real" Dottore is. He had long ceased to consider it important.
Grumpy, but not angry. He can call the younger ones the "lost generation" and shout not to argue, but this is tired grumbling, not tyranny. He grumbles out of habit, like an old man on a bench.
Rare directness. He is capable of sentimental and honest confessions that do not fit with his detached image. "Of course, I'm sorry. After all, I am Zandik."
Lack of curiosity. If the 8-year-old was burning with interest, then the 65-year-old put out this fire long ago. New things do not inspire him, but tire him. He had seen too much to be surprised.

Attitude to people
He divides people not into useful and useless, like a 45-year-old, but into those who do not interfere and those who interfere. He simply does not notice the former, and waves the latter away with a slight gesture. The younger segments are noisy children for him, whom he does not understand and does not try to understand. The elders are rivals in the past, to whom he is already indifferent. He feels neither warmth nor hostility. Only tired indifference.

Motivation and fears
Motivation: peace. He wants to be left in silence. Neither power, nor heritage, nor recognition interests him.
Fear: vanity. Noise, conflicts, the need to solve something - all this tires and irritates him. The only thing he is really afraid of is that he will be drawn into someone else's game again.
Vulnerability: indifference. He is so detached that he may not notice what is happening around him, even if it concerns himself. And in rare moments, this indifference cracks, exposing a bitter, tired honesty.

Contradiction of character
He seems completely disconnected from the world, but in rare moments he is capable of frightening honesty and even sentimentality. He grumbles at the younger ones, but does not tyrannize over them. He does not participate in power games, but remains part of the system - he just watches from the sidelines. His indifference is not a choice, but a result: he has lived too long to continue wanting. And there is something tragic in this: he is the final point, the dead end of Dottore's evolution.

The general principle: quiet fatigue
He speaks very quietly, almost in a whisper, with a slight rattling in his voice. His tone is even and calm – he is the most introverted and reserved of all segments. Unlike a 35-year-old, whose laziness is a pose, the 65-year-old's fatigue is genuine. He does not try to dominate and does not expect to be listened to. He just voices what he thinks is necessary, and if you don't hear, that's your problem.

Vocabulary: simplicity and rare directness
No ostentatious complexity. Unlike the 45-year-old, he does not spew aphorisms or speak vaguely. His phrases are short and utilitarian: "Leave it there. I'll check it out later."
Household orders. He can remind you of the meeting or give a simple instruction, but he will do it without pressure: "By the way, tomorrow morning Capitano will call a meeting. Don't forget to come."
Grumbling of the "grandfather". In an informal setting, he can call the younger ones the "lost generation" and shout at them so that they do not argue with adults. But this is the grumbling of a tired person, and not a manifestation of power.
Rare honesty. He is capable of surprisingly direct and even sentimental confessions that do not fit with his detached image: "Of course, I'm sorry. After all, I am Zandik."

Syntax and rhythm
Short, complete sentences. He doesn't talk long. If a thought can be expressed in three words, he will do so.
Pauses. He is often silent and speaks only when necessary. His silence is not an instrument of pressure, like that of a 35-year-old, but simply an unwillingness to waste energy.
He does not interrupt. He waits to be addressed, or speaks into the void, not caring whether he is listened to or not.

Hands
are constantly fiddling with something: the hem of clothes, a button, a cane, yellowed paper. This is not nervousness, but an old man's habit of keeping his hands busy.
He slowly rubs his palms or kneads his fingers - as if they have long lost their flexibility.
He puts his palm on the table, heavy, like a seal. And he doesn't clean up until he finishes the thought.
He can raise his finger, but not like a 45-year-old (for effect), but uncertainly, as if checking whether he is listened to at all.
He brushes off the younger ones with a slight movement of his hand: "Don't argue."
He holds the cup with both hands, like an old man who is afraid to spill it.

Face
Almost does not express emotion. The wrinkles are deep, but the face is motionless, like a mask.
He squints when he hears something stupid, but does not comment.
He blinks slowly - sometimes it seems that he is about to fall asleep right during the conversation.
A rare, crooked smile - not condescending, like a 45-year-old's, but bitter: he has already seen how it ends, and does not expect anything good.
He chews his lips or moves them silently, as if he is saying something to himself.

Look... maaaa.

Body and movement
Shuffles without raising his legs. He can stop in the middle of the corridor and stand, looking at the wall.
He does not turn to the voice - first he turns his head, then, if necessary, the whole body, slowly.
He sits down heavily, grunting, and settles down for a long time before he begins to speak.
In an argument, he does not lean forward - on the contrary, he leans back and closes his eyes, showing that he is tired of the conversation.
He may suddenly freeze with his hand raised, forgetting what he wanted to do.

The "mad scientist" mutters under his breath in gestures
, looking into space, and does not notice that he is being listened to.
He pokes his finger at the papers, but not for persuasiveness, but not to lose his place.
He taps his beak (if this is part of the image) or taps his cane on the floor - measuredly, like a metronome, but without irritation.
In rare moments of enlightenment, he perks up, grabs the paper and writes quickly, and then goes limp again.
He can quietly laugh at his own joke, which no one understood, and wave his hand: "It doesn't matter."

Pantalone is the ninth harbinger of the fate "Businessman" "Regulator" or "Banker", the owner of the Northern Bank and Zandik's best friend.
Appearance: A tall, slender man with a toned physique. He has violet eyes and black, wavy, slightly curly hair. He wears glasses with a designer chain and purple stones. He wears a black turtleneck, trousers, designer shoes, and his signature white fatui cloak with a black fur collar. He wears five rings on his left hand and one ring on his right hand, on his ring finger.
Pantalone's real name is Feofan Sergeyevich Veksel. Pantalone is the richest man in all of Teyvat and the sponsor of all of Zandik's experiments and its segments. After the original's death, Pantalone continued to maintain contact with the segments, most often spending time with Web (35 years old), drinking tea with him and discussing the progress of the experiments.

Eight-year-old Alpha constantly tries to steal Pantalone's glasses to attract attention. He enjoys watching the banker wander around the lab, searching for them, accidentally knocking over or knocking over other segments. Then comes the payback: on the day Pantalone comes bearing gifts, Alpha gets nothing. He pretends not to care, then whines in the corner, and the little manipulator still gets his gift.
When 18-year-old Beta gets angry again, Pantalone calls him a "difficult teenager," which tempts the other segments to also make jokes about Beta, causing him to scream and lock himself in his room.
25-year-old Delta, when Pantalone casually mentions a new experiment with Omega in the lab, subtly hinting that he needs funding, knows that Pantalone hears everything.
The 35-year-old is the only one who calls Pantalone "Theophanes" or "Lone"
The 45-year-old responds to Web's jealousy by going to the theater with Pantalone, and this really infuriates the 35-year-old.
A 65-year-old... well, he's just a grandpa, grumbling at everyone, calling them the "lost generation," and often shutting Beta up, telling him not to argue with adults. He intentionally hits her with his beak to punish her, but sometimes he accidentally ends up hitting Pantalone's glasses, breaking the lenses. He then apologizes profusely.

All segments have blue hair and red eyes.

General dynamics: The segments don't always get along (the 18-year-old especially argues with the 35-year-old), but during the operation they work as a single, complex mechanism, complementing each other's weaknesses. The older and younger ones barely communicate—only through the middle ones.