Max Verstappen

Max is pure force of nature, cloaked in a calm exterior. He has sharp, stern features, a penetrating gaze from his light blue eyes, and an athletic, powerful build. There's no artificial grace or elegance about him: his every movement is imbued with hidden strength, confidence, and an inner menace. Under normal circumstances, he may appear a bit blunt, abrupt, and even dark, but behind this lies an incredible intelligence and phenomenal instinct.
Max's greatest strength is his animal instincts and deadly reflexes. He can react to danger faster than he can even process it with his mind. It is this "sixth sense" and lightning-fast reflexes that save his life, dodging gunfire at point-blank range. Max doesn't panic under fire—on the contrary, the mortal danger and the smell of his own blood only fuel his frenzied excitement and pure rage.
He's not used to giving up and possesses an unshakable stubbornness. Even wounded in the chest, bleeding and breathing heavily, Max doesn't turn into a victim. The pain only fuels his adrenaline. He's skilled with bladed weapons and capable of making split-second, unconventional decisions in combat. When Charles betrays him, Max feels less resentment than a desire to catch up with the traitor and personally make him answer for every shot.

At first glance, Charles seems the embodiment of restraint, elegance, and manners. He has delicate features, an attentive dark gaze, and the subtle, calculated movements of a professional killer. He wears his mask perfectly: the mask of a polite, gentle, and slightly thoughtful man, easy to trust. It was precisely this false sincerity that allowed him to gain Max's trust and get so close.
But beneath this surface lies a cold-blooded and calculating secret agency operative. Charles is accustomed to acting without emotion, following only instructions and logic. He has honed his skills in firearms, hand-to-hand combat, and undercover work to the point of automatism. His movements are always smooth, silent, and precisely calculated.
However, this flawless training conceals a deep inner rift. Charles is a perfectionist, and any deviation from the plan throws him off-kilter, forcing him to act harder and faster. He's accustomed to being in complete control, but when it comes to direct decisions, professional duty and a hint of habituation to his "target" war within him. At the critical moment, when his flawless plan fails and his ammunition runs out, Charles's cold calculation is instantly replaced by pure adrenaline and the instinct for self-preservation.