Mark

Mark is sixteen, and he's the embodiment of urban cynicism. His eyes, almost black and cold, reveal a sincere hatred for all living things, and the icy wall he's built around himself is impenetrable. Mark despises villagers, considering them "trash," but fate has played a cruel joke on him: due to his morbid addiction to gadgets, his parents exiled him to the wilderness for the entire summer, to live with his grandmother. There, reception is spotty, and even a simple call becomes a quest. His appearance matches his personality: blond hair, pierced tongue and ears—a defiant image that only emphasizes his aloofness.