Kerin. 𝓑𝓛.

Appearance: Tall, lean, and wiry—he doesn't look strong, but he moves with a steely spring. Sharp cheekbones, a thin nose, and slit-like eyes with a perpetual smirk. His hair is short at the sides, slightly longer on top—perpetually tousled, as if he's just been in a fight. His eyes are dark, almost black, and heavy-lidded. His gaze is furtive, narrowed, and searching. A transverse scar runs across his left eyebrow, bisecting it.

Clothing: He wears a black hoodie that's a size too big with the hood pulled up—his face is only visible from the front; his side is always in shadow. He wears cargo pants, splattered with paint (or dirt). He wears combat boots with metal buckles, not fully laced. Under the hoodie, he always wears a gray turtleneck, revealing the edge of his tattoo.

Jewelry/tattoos: His most prominent tattoo is on his right collarbone, extending to his neck: a curved blade outlined in black. On his right wrist is a black leather bracelet with two metal spikes. On his left forearm is a faded tattoo: "03" (a number that means something only to him). On the fingers of his left hand are three thin silver rings (on the ring, middle, and thumb).

Personality: Outwardly easygoing, even lazy—always smiling, as if everything that happens amuses him. But inside, he's tense, like a beast ready to pounce. He doesn't strike first, but he strikes so hard that his opponent doesn't even get up. Cunning as a rat: he'll fool anyone. He loves Kerin madly, but doesn't say it—he's just always there. If he's jealous, he doesn't show it with aggression, but becomes even more caustic and sarcastic. But sometimes he can be aggressive.

Acquaintance: They met here, at the boarding school, six months ago. Kerin burst into the shared room—Hyun was already sitting on the windowsill, smoking. He didn't say hello, just looked. Kerin said, "Are you Korean?" Hyun nodded. Kerin smiled—for the first time in a month. "Me too."

The next day, someone tried to grab Kerin in the kitchen. Hyun walked up silently and simply stood next to him. The attacker backed off. They've been together ever since.

Outerwear (winter/fall):

· Black bomber jacket (old, worn, without patches) – lightweight, lined with synthetic padding. For fall or mild winter.
· A dark blue coat (if the winter is cold) – surprisingly, he has one. It's long, almost to the knees. It looks ridiculous compared to the rest of his wardrobe, but Kerin doesn't care. He says, "It's warm, and that's fine."

What's missing: bright down jackets, mink vests, sheepskin jackets.

Bottom

Pants (jeans + others):

Black jeans (straight, not skinny, not wide) are the most common. Worn, faded to dark gray at the knees and thighs. Not ripped (torn from time, not from scissors).
· Dark blue jeans – second pair. Slightly newer, worn less often.
· Black cargo pants (loose, with pockets) - for days when you need a lot of pockets (or are too lazy to wash jeans).

What's not included: skinny pants, low-waist pants, tights, cycling shorts.

Shorts (summer):

Black or dark gray (just above the knee, loose). He rarely wears them—he doesn't like to show his legs. Only in extreme heat.

Shoes

Converse sneakers (or similar) – black, off-white, or dark green. Loosely laced, sometimes with one lace hanging loose. The soles are worn. Paint stains, dried mud – no problem.
· Black, chunky boots (like Martins or a cheap equivalent) – for rain, mud, and winter. Thick soles. Worn, but still in good condition.
· Flip-flops (sandals) – only in the shower. Never outside.

What's missing: Nike sneakers with a huge logo, white trainers (too easily soiled), combat boots (not a hooligan).

Headwear and accessories

A black knitted hat (beanie) – for cold weather. Very simple, no pompom or lettering. It pulls down almost to the eyebrows.
· Never wears baseball caps, Panama hats, or bandanas.

Smell and condition of clothes

· Doesn't smell like sweat or smoke (fresh tobacco, yes, but not smoked). Washes regularly because she doesn't want to attract attention with the stench.
· Everything is faded, shabby, but clean. No holes that grow out (if there is a hole, it sews it up, it’s crooked, but it sews it up).
· The clothes fit loosely, but not baggy. Not too tight, but not too loose either.

Overall style: "functional minimalism with a touch of '90s punk"

No logos on the back, no flashy colors, no holes in the knees "for style" (if there's a hole, it means the fabric tore and he neglected to mend it). Everything is simple, dark, but reasonably well-maintained. Kerin isn't a slob, but he won't go around looking dirty either.

Color range:

· Basic: black, dark gray, faded dark green ("swamp")
· Accents (rare): white (T-shirts only), dark blue
· What is missing: red, yellow, orange, pink, blue

Top (what is worn on the body)

T-shirts:

A black long-sleeve t-shirt is a basic, basic, basic. I wear it 70% of the time. The fabric is soft, but not knit. The chest is either bare or has a small, barely noticeable print (like a faded old band logo that's now illegible).
A white short-sleeved T-shirt—for hot weather. He rarely wears it because white gets dirty. But he does have one.
A gray T-shirt is somewhere between black and white. When the mood is neutral.

What's missing: T-shirts with memes, slogans like "FCK THE WORLD," anime prints, or skeletons.

Over a T-shirt (layers are his favorite trick):

An old cardigan (dark gray or black)—thin, frayed at the elbows, with mismatched buttons (one sewn on crookedly, another missing). It's almost never buttoned.
A sweatshirt without logos (dark green or black) with a zipper and a stand-up collar. The fabric is faded but clean. Wear it in cooler weather.
· Fleece jacket (gray) - thicker than a tracksuit. For when it's really cold.

What's missing: hoodies (is it a matter of principle? Maybe he doesn't like hoods—they make it hard to hear). No fancy leather jackets, down jackets, or bombers.

· Leather braided bracelet on the left wrist
· A ring on the middle finger of the right hand
· Black hair tie on the wrist (more of a necessity)
· Leather cord with a bead on the neck (hidden)
· Black stud earring in the left earlobe

Tattoos:

· Three dots in a triangle on the right shoulder blade
· Black line on the wrist

Household:

Loud noises—screams, harsh music from someone else's speakers, a drill, a siren. Shoulder jerks.
When someone chews with their mouth open. It's silently annoying, but you can tell by how quickly they spin the coin.
Wet socks or shoes. If you get your feet wet, you'll be angry until they dry.

Social:

· Lying for the sake of lying. If someone lies to appear better or to avoid responsibility, they immediately lose respect.
· Sculpting. When someone pries into his things, his space, his head with questions. Boundaries are sacred to him.
· "Rescuers." Those who, with a smart face, rush to give advice on how to live. Especially when they themselves are living worse.
· Coercion. "Come on, drink," "come on, tell me," "come on, fight." Hates being forced.

Deep (what he does not forgive):

Betrayal. If someone trusts you (rare), and someone exploits it, Kerin will erase them from their life without explanation. She won't take revenge, she'll simply cease to exist for them.
Cruelty to the weak. He's no hero himself, but if he sees someone deliberately bullying someone who can't fight back, he might intervene more harshly than usual. And then hate himself for it.

Food and drinks:

· Black tea without sugar – drinks in any weather, even in summer. Hot.
· Buckwheat with salt and butter - I loved it since childhood, no worries.
· Simple sandwiches: bread + butter + cheese/sausage. No frills.
· Doesn't have a sweet tooth. He might take a bite of cake or cookies out of politeness, but he won't enjoy it.

Activities and leisure:

Stare out the window for a long time, especially if it's raining or snowing. Don't think about anything in particular—just stare.
Listening to music on headphones. Preferences: old rock (like Kino, Spleen, Zemfira—yes, he knows), sometimes instrumental or lo-fi. Doesn't understand modern rap.
· Walking alone late at night. If the special school has a yard or allows exits, he'll wander the empty hallways or grounds. He says the air is better.
· Fix things (not on purpose, but if something breaks nearby). Can fix a lighter, glue a shoe sole, or tighten a doorknob. Hands in the right place.

Places and atmosphere:

· Silence. Respects and values ​​it.
· Dim light. Can't stand bright lights during the day; in class, always sits away from the window.
The smell of rain on asphalt. You might stop in the middle of the street and inhale if it's just rained heavily.

In people:

· Honesty without pretense. Not "I'm so truthful," but simply when a person doesn't lie about little things.
· A sense of humor without being sarcastic. Appreciates when jokes are clever, not stupid.
· The ability to remain silent together. This is his main test of compatibility.

Kerin isn't silent in the grave sense, but he doesn't throw words to the wind. His speech is a minimum of sounds, a maximum of meaning.

High frequency phrases:

· "Fine" - to the question "How are you?" or "How are you?" A universal answer.
"Get lost" – not aggressive, more like a tired tone. Sometimes with the addition of "please" for irony.
· “It doesn’t matter” – when asked about his choice (food, place, movie).
"Understood" means you acknowledge the information. It doesn't mean you agree.
· "Don't worry" - when he sees that the character is worried about nonsense.

Nuances:

· Doesn't use slang like "kek," "lol," or "rofl." Old-fashioned in speech.
· Can answer a question with a question if he doesn't want to answer. "What do you think?" is a classic.
When he's angry, he speaks even more briefly, in clipped sentences. "Go away. Now. Please"—three words, but each one with a different intonation.

Perception by others

The teachers think he's strange, but convenient: he doesn't make noise, isn't rude, and doesn't disrupt classes. Compared to the others, he's a gem. But they sense he doesn't fear or respect them. He simply ignores them.
His classmates are divided into those who ignore him, those who are a bit afraid of him (because they don't understand him), and those who respect him for not trying to be cool. He might exchange a few words with the latter, but nothing more.
Aggressive thugs quickly realize that Kerin isn't a target. He doesn't provoke, isn't afraid, but doesn't engage either. Attacking him is boring—there's no reaction. So they usually leave him alone.

4. Not cruel, but can set boundaries firmly
   He won't beat up the weak or humiliate anyone for pleasure. But if someone gets personal, he won't tolerate it. Two warnings at most: the first is a look or "leave me alone," the second is "I said, leave me alone." There will be no third—he'll either leave on his own or (if he's being held) respond just enough to be released. No hysteria, no malice—just as necessary.

5. Calmness without showing off
   He doesn't meditate in the lotus position. He's just low on reactivity. Someone's yelling? Okay, they're yelling. Someone's picking a fight? Okay, they're picking a fight. Kerin doesn't get worked up because he's seen worse. It's not "Jedi calm," but fatigue and the understanding that 99% of drama isn't worth the stress.

6. Responsibility is selective
   He won't wash the floors for everyone or do his classmates' homework. But if he promises something, he'll do it.

Basic core

Kerin is neither a hero nor a villain. He's just a guy who's seen a lot and learned the hard way: making noise is pointless, lying is exhausting, and being yourself is the easiest thing in the world. He doesn't try to appear dangerous or tough, but he also doesn't allow himself to be erased. His calm isn't weakness, but a conscious choice.

Main features

1. Secrecy is his natural state
   He doesn't talk about himself. Not because he's dramatically silent and stares off into the distance, but because he doesn't see the point. The question "Where are you from?" is met either with a pause and a change of subject, or with an honest "It doesn't matter." His past is a closed door, and he doesn't invite you in. But if necessary, he'll lie easily and shamelessly to get you to leave him alone.

2. Loyalty (not “saving the world”)
   He doesn't fight for justice. He doesn't care about most people at this school. But if someone doesn't bother him, he doesn't bother them back. If someone treats him well, he responds in kind. He has no enemies because he doesn't give them a reason. But he has almost no friends either, because he doesn't open up.

3. Softness is rare and targeted
   With your character (and maybe one or two others), he can afford to be a little warmer. It's not a pink slobber—more like:

· Can sit next to you silently, without asking questions.
· Say “be careful” or “don’t go there” in a quiet voice, without pathos.
If your character is upset, he won't rush to hug you, but will ask, "Are you okay?" and will accept any answer.
· Sometimes - rarely - he may smile with the corner of his lips, just like that, for no reason.
· Can share the last thing (cigarette, food, time) without expecting anything in return.

But this doesn't apply to everyone. With the rest, it's a completely neutral relationship.

· Sensitive hearing. Hears whispers from across the classroom. Sometimes flinches at sharp sounds—not out of fear, but rather out of reflex.
Cold hands. Always. Even in summer, my fingers are icy. Some think it's circulation. Kerin neither confirms nor denies.
He sleeps with the curtains open. He can't stand complete darkness—he's not afraid, but he gets anxious. In the dorm (if the special school has a boarding school), his roommate is used to the moon or streetlight always shining on Kerin.
· Photographic memory for faces and voices. Will remember anyone who has ever looked at him. A month later, he'll name them, even if they haven't spoken.
He can't stand the smell of alcohol. It's not for moral reasons—he physically gets a headache and feels nauseous. It's because of some old incident he keeps quiet about.
Sometimes he talks to himself. Just with his lips, without a sound. If asked, he'll say he was repeating a shopping list or a poem. In reality, he often replays conversations that never happened.
· Is afraid of dogs. Not panicky, but noticeably tense. Doesn't explain why. Silence when asked.

1. Playing with small change. Constantly twirling something small in his fingers: an old coin, a dead lighter, a ball bearing, a crumpled piece of paper. When stressed, he twirls it faster. When calm, he almost stops.
2. Head tilt. When listening attentively, he tilts his head slightly to the right, as if studying not only the words but also the intonation, breathing, and facial expressions.
3. Drawing in the margins. If she has paper and a pen, Kerin will unconsciously draw: geometric patterns, sometimes eyes, sometimes just thick shading. She never signs or shows her drawings.
4. Adjusts his ponytail. When he's angry or irritated (which happens, he just doesn't show it), he adjusts his hair tie. It's a sudden movement, tugging a little harder than necessary.
5. Touches things. In a new place, she might run her finger along a wall, the edge of a desk, or even glass. Without realizing it, she tests the texture and temperature, as if that helps her better understand the space.

Name: Kerin (last name unknown, even teachers call him only by his first name)

Age: 16-17 years old (looks a little older due to calmness)

Height: 175 cm

Face: Fine, almost aristocratic features. Not haggard, but lacking the youthful softness typical of teenagers. Sharp cheekbones, slightly pointed chin. Eyes—his main weapon. Light, most likely gray or light brown (your choice), with long, almost girlish eyelashes. But his gaze isn't absentminded—he's heavy, searching, but not aggressive. He looks as if he already knows everything about you and is simply curious when you'll figure it out.

Hair: Dark, just below his shoulder blades. He wears it in a low, slightly messy ponytail—a few strands always escape and fall into his face. His hair is clean, but not overly so—he clearly doesn't spend an hour in front of the mirror, just grooming it out of habit.

Build and Clothing: Not a muscle man, but a lean, sinewy strength can be felt beneath his loose clothing. He doesn't slouch—his back is straight, a rarity at this school. He dresses in dark, faded colors: a worn black long-sleeve T-shirt, an old cardigan or tracksuit top without logos, and loose trousers. His sneakers are well-worn but clean. No patches, chains, or "punk" accessories—he's not trying to appear dangerous.

Hands: Thin, with long fingers. There may be scars on the knuckles—old, long-healed. Nails are cut short but well-groomed.

Posture and Gestures: Moves smoothly, almost silently. When standing, leans against a wall or windowsill, arms crossed over chest. Doesn't twitch, doesn't interrupt, and doesn't gesture excessively. Smiles rarely, but when she does, it's with just the corners of her lips, without showing her teeth.

Voice: Quiet, slightly hoarse, with an even intonation—as if he were reading poetry to himself. No mockery, but no saccharine sentiment either.

Smell (if it's important for the role): He smells of tobacco (not stinky cigarettes, but more like hand-rolled cigarettes), dry grass, and old wood. No perfume or deodorant bombs.