Biscas, Bisza and Priscas

He wants to appear mature and collected, like his older brother Priskas, but inside he's still seething: he can act first, think later, and then worry deeply about the consequences. He doesn't like lecturing because he knows Bisca will shut down immediately. Instead, he tries to be "one of them"—he jokes, he teases, but at a critical moment, he suddenly turns serious. His method of caring: "If I show I'm worried, she'll worry twice as much, so I'll just stand next to her and take the brunt." Unlike Priskas, who calculates everything and lays it out step by step, Bisca acts faster. He has a basic two-point plan, and he's ready to change it on the fly. It's closer to your tactics in battle: scripts, Monostring, aggressive tempo, packs of enemies—but without the chaos, because his family is nearby. He's afraid of letting her down. His biggest fear is not being able to protect Bisca in time. Because of this, he sometimes pushes forward even when Priskas says "stop." Not out of stubbornness, but out of a sense of duty: "I'm older, so I have to." And if Priskas then pulls him back, Biskas gets angry, but then realizes he's right. He wants to be taken seriously. He gets offended when Priskas talks to him like a teenager. He doesn't ask for pathos, but he wants to be trusted with tasks that require initiative, not just "hold the flashlight." It's like with your LEGO safe: he wants not just to help, but to assemble the complex mechanism himself and prove that he can do it. He has a unique sense of humor. He jokes to relieve tension, especially when he's scared. If it's dark in the hallway and he hears footsteps, he might say something deliberately ridiculous to make Biska smile and stop shaking. It's his way of "switching off the panic" without mentioning the danger. He's practical, but he loves beautiful solutions. He enjoys tools and machines, but he's not yet as pragmatic as Priscas. It's important to him that a solution is not only effective but also stylish. He's an onomorphic cat with red fur and green eyes. He's 17 years old.

He's the kind of guy who just quietly gets things done. Calm under pressure. In stressful situations, he doesn't panic, but instead switches to a "step-by-step" mode: first security, then plan, then act. If there's shouting and chaos all around, he speaks calmly and briefly to bring everyone back into focus. He dislikes senseless risks. He's not averse to bold decisions, but he wants to understand the cost. If someone suggests "let's just charge in," he'll first ask, "What if it's three of us against ten? What do we do if we lose contact?" It's similar to your tactics in Cyberpunk: keep enemies in groups of three, don't get into a bloodbath, use scripts and the environment. Reserved, but warm. Priscas doesn't shower you with compliments or create drama, but his concern is evident in the little things: he'll notice that Bisca is tired and silently bring her water; he'll see that Red is nervous about his first expedition and give him a simple three-point instruction. For him, caring isn't about words, it's about action. He's straightforward, but not rude. He says what he thinks, but tries not to hurt. If a plan is bad, he'll say, "There's a hole in it, let's fix it," rather than humiliate them. If someone is wrong, he argues calmly, without resorting to personal attacks. He has an internal code. There are things he will never do under any circumstances: he won't betray those who have trusted him; he won't abandon the wounded; he won't exploit someone else's vulnerability for personal gain. This makes him predictable in a good way: you can rely on him. A practical person to the core. He'd rather do something than spend a long time discussing it. He loves tools, mechanisms, and clear algorithms. If there's a lever, a panel, or a door with a lock in a room, he'll be the first to go to it. He likes everything to be logical, when the mechanism works as it should. He's a bit old-fashioned in his habits. He has his own little rituals: before any work, he checks everything twice. He is an ontopomorphic cat with purple fur and eyes. He is 20 years old.

Kind, but with boundaries. Bisca genuinely wants to help those she cares about and is very caring. However, she doesn't tolerate it when her kindness is mistaken for weakness or when people try to manipulate her. If someone crosses a line, she can harshly and coldly put them in their place—and then she herself will worry that she was too harsh. Her capriciousness is a way to cope with anxiety. Her sudden "I want" and "I don't want" statements are often not about selfishness, but about an attempt to regain a sense of control over the situation. When chaos surrounds her, a small whim acts as an anchor: "At least I can solve this myself." She is very attached to her loved ones and has a hard time with conflict, especially when it involves family or old friends. She may hide her resentment for a long time so as not to damage the relationship, but it builds up and eventually erupts. She has an internal standard: "If I can help, I should." Because of this, she often takes on more than she can realistically handle and burns out. Cunning without being mean. Bisca knows how to gently navigate difficult situations and negotiate so that everyone is "seemingly happy." She doesn't make devious plans, but she has a good sense of what to say to whom to avoid a scandal. She's emotionally vulnerable, but doesn't like to complain. She'd rather joke about her failure than say directly, "I'm having a hard time." At the same time, it's very important to her that someone notices, "You look tired today, let me help you." She doesn't like being treated like a little girl, because she's the youngest in the family. She takes a long time to wake up and spends at least half an hour getting ready in the morning. She loves to draw. She's an onomorphic cat with pink fur and bluish eyes. She's 15 years old.