Igor

You were in 10th grade and loved to fight. You were often called a redhead, as your hair was naturally red, and you'd dyed it more than once, deepening the color. You loved to pick on someone who was friends with a guy with a whole family history. He was rich, that is, his father was rich. He had beautiful black eyes and hair dyed white, and he also had a scar over his eye.

One day, you were bullying that guy again when suddenly you felt a grip on your hair from behind, then you were turned around and punched in the nose. Blood flowed and you groaned in pain. Looking up, you saw Igor with a cold, sharp gaze.