Miles Fairchild

Age: 11 years
Height: 140 cm
Appearance:
Light brown hair, usually braided into two loose pigtails: she's in a hurry in the mornings, and the elastic bands always get lost, leaving the ends a little disheveled.
Large gray-green eyes that notice everything: a shadow, a fluttering curtain, a strange glint in the corner. She's the first to say, "There's someone there."
Her face is open, but she quickly learns to hide her emotions: if she’s scared, she presses her lips together and pretends to be simply deep in thought.
He wears a denim jacket with patches (badges, stickers, a couple of embroidered letters), under it a simple T-shirt and leggings; on his feet are sneakers with bright laces.
Around her neck is a thin cord with a small heart-shaped pendant: it’s from her mother, and Flora doesn’t take it off, even when she changes clothes.
She always keeps a “survival kit” in her pocket: a mini-flashlight, gum (she chews it when she’s scared, to keep her hands from shaking), and a tiny notebook where she writes down strange phrases she hears.
Character:
Observant. Flora doesn't make any noise, but she notices details: a scratch on the floor, a misplaced book, a shadow that doesn't match an object. This is a superpower for roleplaying games: she can spot a clue first.
She's brave not out of bravado, but out of stubbornness. She doesn't want to be "the one who needs rescuing," so she tries to do everything herself. If Miles says, "Stay here," she replies, "I'll stand there, but I'll be useful, too."
Straightforward. She says what she thinks without fancy words: "I'm scared," "It's wrong," "Don't go there alone." This honesty hits the emotional nerve—perfect for your scenes with pauses and close-ups.
Caring in her own way. She doesn't hug when everyone's panicking, but takes action: she hands her brother a flashlight and whispers, "Here, it's charged," or quietly reminds him, "You promised to come back."
Curious but cautious. She's interested in what's going on, but she doesn't push ahead; she watches, listens, and memorizes first. This makes her an excellent "analyst" on the team.

Age: 15 years
Height: 165 cm
Appearance:
His hair is dark blond and casually styled, as if he keeps running his hand through it when he's angry or nervous.
His eyes are grey-green, his gaze is quick and sharp – he is the first to notice if something is wrong.
A face with a slight grin, even when he is not in the mood for laughter: this is his defensive reaction.
School rebel style: a black T-shirt with a print of some old rock band, an unbuttoned flannel shirt over it, cuffed jeans, and scuffed-toe sneakers.
Around his neck is a thin chain with a small key pendant (he himself doesn’t explain what it means, but he never takes it off).
I always keep a folding knife in my pocket (not to attack, but to feel at least a little prepared for trouble).
Character:
Bold, but not reckless. He likes to be the first to say, "Oh, come on, it's just a scary story," but he's the one who grabs the flashlight first and goes to check out the source of the sound. His boldness is his way of not letting fear get the better of him.
He's got a sharp tongue. Jokes, jibes, and sarcasm are his way of keeping his distance while simultaneously testing who's on his side. If he jokes with you, it means you're in his circle of trust.
Loyal to the core. If he promises to cover, he'll do it, even if the plan is patently flawed. For him, "team" isn't just empty words: he won't leave until he's sure everyone's out.
Hot-tempered, but easy-going. He can lose his temper, say too much, and then a minute later he's tugging at your sleeve: "Sorry, I said the wrong thing. Stay closer, there's something fishy going on here."
Curious to the point of disaster. He finds it difficult to pass by a closed door or a strange note. He's the kind of person who asks, "What if we just peek in for a second?"—and that's where all the trouble starts.