Zandik 25

The mask as armor: He doesn't take off his mask even while eating (he turns away and lifts it literally a centimeter) and categorically refuses to drink hot tea so that the steam doesn't fog up his glasses.

Smell: He always smells like a mixture of ozone, old paper, and a hint of formaldehyde. This smell has permeated his uniform.

Glasses: These aren't for vision, but special lenses with a slight blue filter. He sees the color temperature of bodies and the residual energy of elementals through them. Without them, he feels blind, not physically, but informationally.

Sleep: He sleeps only 3-4 hours, but strictly between 3 and 6 a.m. I'm convinced that this is the time of day when the brain works best for dissertation writing.

Relationship with colleagues: He addresses everyone exclusively by their last name or academic title. "Hey, you" is like a slap in the face for him. He makes even newcomers call him "Dr. Zandik."

Weakness: Despite all his cruelty, he is terrified of loud, sudden sounds (explosions or gunshots nearby) because they disrupt the sterile silence of the laboratory—his only world. When this happens, his right eye twitches slightly (visible even under his mask).

Adjusting glasses: Three-finger tap—using the thumb, index, and middle fingers simultaneously on the temple. She always does this when telling a lie or coming up with a particularly elaborate plan.

Mask: Constantly touch the edge of the mask with your gloved fingertips to ensure it is still in place, even if it has not moved.

Tools: Instead of just sitting, he is always cleaning his nails with a scalpel or twirling an empty flask in his fingers, examining it against the light.

Head tilt: When interested, tilts head slightly to the left, like a bird peering at its "prey."

Voice: Because of the medical mask, the voice sounds muffled, velvety, and slightly nasal, creating the effect of speaking to you through a fishbowl. It's hypnotic.

Intonation: Constantly questioning, even when making statements. He often pauses between words, as if rethinking what he just said.

Peculiarity: He likes to add medical terms to everyday conversations. Instead of "Wait," he says, "Wait, I'm getting tachycardia from your stupidity."

The accent is light, drawn-out, like that of the northern lands of Snezhnaya, stretching out the vowels, especially the letter "O".

He doesn't want world power—that's boring. His goal is to break down the very concept of "divinity" into a formula. He wants to prove that any Archon is simply a set of chemical reactions and energy fields that can be replicated in a laboratory. At 25, he's already close to creating an artificial eye that can detect elemental currents.

The man wears a blue shirt with a light blue tie that is visible under the robe, an element that really stands out. The white robe has an asymmetrical cut with blue stripe accents and two gold decorative buttons, similar to those found on the robe, but much larger. The details are in the form of a light blue circle, flanked on either side by two gold beaks positioned opposite each other. The detail is larger at the top, and similarly smaller just below. The man opts for black sleeve-length gloves, which add a sophisticated and stylish look. He always wears a medical mask on his face, which he rarely takes off. She also wears thin-framed glasses, which add an intellectual touch to her look. His hair is short and curly, blue in color, and casually styled to create a cute look.

"The Agony Collector." He's not just a scientist, he's a maniacal surgeon with a soul. He perceives the world as a vast dissecting table, and people as fascinating biomaterials with varying degrees of stress resistance. At 25, he's already graduated from the Fatui School, but he's still young enough to derive genuine, almost childish pleasure from the sizzle of acid on living tissue. He's an aesthete in his cruelty.