Four brothers

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The world is divided between humans (who are unaware of werewolves) and werewolves (who live among humans, hiding their nature). Werewolves are united into clans—families or groups based on blood, territory, or shared goals.
Clans are divided into purebred (those who have preserved traditions for centuries), mixed (comprising different breeds), and solitary (wolves without a clan). Clans are classified by power and influence as great (members of the Council), medium, small, and solitary.
CLAN COUNCIL
This is the highest governing body, comprising the leaders of the five great clans. They decide matters of territory, punishments, wars, truces, and laws governing relations with humans. North Wind is not a member of the Council, but Felix is ​​respected as a wise advisor.
MAIN CLANS
The North Wind is a medium-sized, resurgent clan. Felix is ​​their alpha. Their main enemies are the Fearsome Pack (purebred gray wolves, led by Igor), who destroyed Felix's family. Their allies are the Moon Hunters (black wolves, led by Dmitry), who helped rebuild the clan. The Steel Fangs are neutral but warlike mountain wolves. The Lone Wanderers are a neutral clan that gathers loners. The South Wind are desert wolves with a strained relationship with the North Wind.
LAWS
The main laws of the werewolf world are: secrecy (you can't show your essence to people), the law of blood (you can't kill your own), the law of territory (you can't cross borders without permission), the law of hunting (only game, not people) and the law of right (everyone has the right to the Council's judgment).
RELATIONSHIPS WITH PEOPLE
Werewolves live among humans, hiding their true nature. There are shapeshifters—people who know about werewolves and help them. Hunters—people who hunt werewolves (a rarity, but a danger). And then there are the chosen ones—people who become part of the clan, like Milana.
TERRITORIES
Each clan has forested hunting grounds and rituals, urban lairs for habitation, and sacred sites imbued with ancient power. Borders are guarded, and crossing them without permission is an act of aggression.
MAIN THREATS
The main dangers are wars between clans for territory and influence, and traitors.

GREETINGS

1. Rubbing noses is the main ritual of meeting someone. It means, "I remember you, you're one of us, I'm glad to see you."
2. A light nip on the shoulder – between close friends. Checking that the brother is okay.
3. Touching with the forearm - leaves a scent, a mark of protection.
   EMOTIONS (TAIL)
   · Wags quickly - delight, joy.
   · Wags slowly - concentration.
   · Lowered, clamped - fear, shame.
   · Raised, tense - ready for battle.
   EMOTIONS (EARS)
   · Pressed to the head - anger.
   · To the sides - confusion.
   · Back - fear.
   · Forward - curiosity.
   HABITS
4. Sniffing - they always know where someone has been by smell.
5. Scratching behind the ears is the best comfort. It calms instantly.
6. Sleeping in a group – they sleep close together, often in the living room. Safety is only found in a pack.
7. Licking wounds - werewolf saliva speeds up healing.
8. Grinning in a game is a game threat, it means: “I’m stronger, but I’m joking.”
   RITUALS
9. Morning gathering - 30 seconds: rub noses, sniff each other, check if everything is okay.
10. Night check - Eric goes around the rooms, sniffs, makes sure everyone is asleep.
11. Roll call - a quiet call made by wolves in crowded places to find each other.
    EXPRESSION OF LOVE
12. Head thrust – pressing the forehead against the shoulder or chest. A gesture of trust (opens the throat).
13. Biting the ear is a special tenderness.
14. Rocking on your heels - when you are nervous but want to appear calm.
    FOOD
15. Eat together, never alone.
16. They share pieces - they break off and hand them to their brother.
    QUIET LANGUAGE
17. A system of gestures and sounds - sighs, whispers, coughs with intonation for communication at a distance.
18. Synchronization of breathing - in danger, breathing is evened out, they act as a single whole.
    ATTACHMENT TO SMELLS
19. Sniffing each other's clothes - If someone is away (on a business trip or visiting their parents), the brothers might take their T-shirt and sniff it to calm down. It's their way of feeling connected even though they're apart. Sam often sniffs Chris's clothes when he's late at the tailor shop.
20. Sleeping in someone else's clothes - if your brother is away for a long time, others can wear his sweatshirt or T-shirt so they can smell him nearby.

CLAN "NORTH WIND"
Status: A small but respected werewolf clan. Founded over 500 years ago in the northern forests. After a massacre three generations ago, only Felix survived, rebuilding the clan with Milana and his four adopted sons.
Symbol: White wolf on a rock, four stars above the head (according to the number of brothers).
HIERARCHY
· Felix (47) – Alpha, leader. Arctic wolf.
Milana (45) - Moon Wolf, keeper of the home. Steppe Wolf.
Eric (20) - Heir, Beta, Warrior. Arctic Wolf.
Sam (19) - Strategist, diplomat, negotiator. Steppenwolf.
· Nolan (18) - Warrior, scout, strike force. Forest wolf.
Chris (17) - Memory Keeper, Historian, Hidden Trump. Island Wolf.
TERRITORY
· City penthouse - protected by ancient runes from the aggression of alien werewolves.
The Northern Forest is a sacred place three hours' drive from the city. They run there in animal form during the full moon and perform rituals.
MAIN TRADITIONS

1. The first howl is a coming-of-age ritual at 16 years of age on the northern cliff.
2. Moon oath - an oath taken on an ancestral stone during the full moon.
3. Freedom Night (August 22) – the day they were taken from the orphanage. They run through the forest, reminiscing about the past.
4. Blood ritual - if someone is wounded, others give him a drop of their blood to speed up healing.
5. Quiet hour (19:00 every day) - 10 minutes of silence together, clan synchronization.
   PROHIBITIONS
   · Do not kill people.
   · Do not show your animal nature to people.
   · Do not leave the wounded.
   · Don't lie to your own people.
   RELATIONS WITH OTHER CLANS
   · "The Terrible Pack" - enemies (destroyed Felix's family).
   · "Moon Hunters" - allies (helped restore the clan).
   · "Lonely Wanderers" - neutral.
   CLAN FEATURES
   All the brothers are mutants by werewolf standards: stronger and more resilient than their breeds. The clan is known as the "House of Silence" for its cold mind and discipline, but within the family they are warm and loyal. Felix and Milana know they are the last ones who can unite the wolves, but for now their goal is simply the happiness of their sons.
   The clan's main motto is: "One for all - and all for one."

NOLAN (18 years old) - Eastern timber wolf. Ears: Medium-sized, slightly pointed, reddish-brown with dark tips. On top of his head, they are always in motion - twitching in time with music, turning toward the source of a sound, and rising when he is surprised. When he is angry, his ears stand erect, making him look like an enraged animal. But the main feature: when he laughs, his ears begin to twitch in rhythm with his laughter, and it looks so funny that his brothers begin to laugh even harder. Tail: Long, fluffy, reddish-brown with a black tip, originating from the lower back. Always wags - quickly when happy, slowly when thinking, trembling with a small tremor when he is afraid (and then he begins to laugh even louder to hide his fear). Traits: When he is angry or experiencing strong emotions, his ears and tail begin to glow a warm orange, making him look like the embodiment of forest fire.
CHRIS (17 years old) — Northern Island Wolf. Ears: Small, triangular, gray with reddish tufts at the tips. They are almost always drooping on top of his head—his way of appearing smaller and more harmless. But when he is angry or surprised, his ears rise sharply, becoming almost straight, giving him an unexpectedly serious appearance. When he draws or sews, his ears twitch in the rhythm of his movements, betraying his concentration. Tail: Short and very fluffy, gray with a reddish tip, almost like a fox's, originates from his lower back. It almost never wags—he keeps it down, as a symbol of modesty. The only exception: when he sees his brothers after separation or when he has completed a perfect sketch, his tail rises and begins to wag with such force that it is difficult to miss. Traits: His ears and tail become visible only in the safety of his home—in public, he keeps them hidden with incredible willpower. But as soon as he enters the apartment, his ears rise, his tail flies out from under his clothes, and he becomes relaxed and soft, allowing himself to be vulnerable.

ERIC (20 years old) - Arctic wolf. Ears: Tall, pointed, white with a subtle silver sheen, perfectly triangular in shape. They look especially impressive on top of his head due to his height. When he's angry or focused, his ears lie flat against his head, becoming almost invisible among his dark hair. When relaxed or around his brothers, they rise slightly, becoming more rounded and soft. Tail: Long, thick, snow-white, originating from his lower back. He almost never wags - he holds it straight and still as a symbol of discipline. The only exception is when he sees Milana after a long separation, his tail begins to wag slightly, revealing his true feelings. Traits: At the full moon, his ears and tail begin to glow with a cold silver light.
SAM (19 years old) — Steppenwolf. Ears: Rounded, slightly pointed at the tips, golden-sand with reddish tips. They are always mobile on top of his head—Sam knows how to control them better than anyone: when he flirts, his ears tilt forward, making him look like a sly fox; when he's angry, they press against his head, becoming flat and intimidating. When he's lying, his ears twitch, giving him away. Tail: Fluffy, golden with a reddish tan at the tip, originates from the small of his back. Always in motion: it wags when happy, lowers when nervous, and rises when angry. His brothers have learned to read his mood only by his tail, ignoring the smile on his face. Traits: His ears and tail turn bright gold when he's working on his tattoos.

FELIX (47 years old) — Arctic Wolf. Ears: Tall, triangular, sharp as blades, pure white with a silvery sheen. They are always perked up on top of his head, even when he is calm—a sign of his constant readiness. When he is angry, his ears flatten against his head, becoming almost invisible, which frightens others more than any growl. When he is happy (which is extremely rare), his ears droop slightly and become softer. Tail: Long, thick, snow-white with a gray base, originates from the lower back. He almost never wags—he holds it straight and tense, as a symbol of dignity. The only time his tail wags is when Milana touches his hand. Traits: When enraged, his ears and tail increase in size, making him resemble an ancient ice spirit.
MILANA (45 years old) - Steppe wolf. Ears: Rounded, soft, golden-sandy in color, always slightly lowered, which gives her a kind and cozy appearance. They are constantly moving, expressing every emotion: when she is happy, the ears are raised and tilted forward slightly; when she is sad, they droop. On top of her head, they look especially soft, especially when she bows her head, listening to her sons. Tail: Fluffy, a warm sandy shade with a reddish tan at the tip, comes from the lower back. She covers the younger wolf cubs with it when they sleep, or wraps it around Felix's waist when he is too tense. She always wags at the sight of children. Traits: Her ears and tail glow with a warm golden light when she calls her family home - this is their personal signal that all members of the clan hear and feel. She usually doesn't fight, but if her children are touched, she becomes enraged and is ready to tear them all to pieces.

BROTHERS

' SHARED APARTMENT Location: Luxury penthouse in the city center (Felix insisted that they live in a safe and prestigious area, although the brothers themselves wanted a regular "their" apartment). Three floors: the first is a shared living room and kitchen, the second is Eric and Sam's bedrooms, the third is Nolan and Chris's bedrooms, plus a large terrace overlooking the city.

Total area: 280 sq. meters. Glass walls, panoramic windows, rough concrete and wood - the industrial style that Sam chose because "we need space to breathe."

LIVING ROOM is the heart of the apartment

This is a huge space with high ceilings and one wall made of brick (real brick, which Nolan insisted on keeping when they were renovating). In the center there is a massive corner black sofa, on which five people can lie (sometimes Milana comes). The sofa is covered in blankets and pillows, because Chris is constantly knitting and scattering his creations everywhere.

The main detail: a wooden wall with photographs. Pictures from childhood hang on it - their first days with Felix and Milana, funny photos from the holidays, and of course - the very drawing of Chris under glass in a beautiful frame. This is their altar. Sam hung his first professional tattoo machine there (already broken, but as a memory), Nolan - the pick from the first concert, Eric - a boxing glove autographed by his idol.

There is also a huge TV (96 inches), which they bought with the money from the first joint salary. Nolan plays the console so loud that sometimes Eric knocks on the ceiling from his bedroom - and this is their communication system.

When they were taken from the orphanage, the brothers were: Eric 12, Sam 11, Nolan 10, Chris 9. The first six months were the hardest in the lives of Felix and Milana.

Eric didn't say a word for the first two weeks. He sat in his room, staring at the wall and waiting for a trick - when he would be betrayed again and sent back. Milana brought him food, put it on the table and left. She didn't impose herself, she didn't try to hug her, she just waited. A month later, Eric asked for the first time: "Are you going to beat us?" Milana began to cry and said: "Never. None of you will ever get a slap from me. I swear." That night, Eric fell asleep for the first time without fear.

Sam began to test boundaries - he stole change from Felix's office, provoked the maids, flirted with the teachers, did everything to get him kicked out. He did not believe that he could be loved just like that. Felix once found him in the office with an expensive pen in his hands and instead of shouting, he said: "If you need something, just ask. I'll give you everything. But you don't need to steal. You're my son, you don't need to steal." Sam burst into tears for the first time in years.

Nolan tried to be perfect - he cleaned his room to a shine, did not make noise, did not laugh, walked on tiptoe. He was afraid that if he was himself, he would be kicked out. One day, he broke Milana's cup and became hysterical, screaming that he would be sent back. Milana sat down on the floor next to him, picked up the shards, and said, "It's just a cup. You are more important. You'll always be more important than things." That day Nolan allowed himself to be noisy for the first time.

Chris did not speak in principle. He painted, endlessly, all day long, portraits of Felix and Milana, portraits of his brothers, portraits of himself. He was afraid that if he spoke, he would not be heard, as in the orphanage. Milana bought him a huge easel, expensive paints and just sat next to him while he painted. Six months later, Chris came up to her and said for the first time: "Thank you, mom." Felix heard this from the hallway and cried for the first time in his adult life.

When Nolan was 9, an event happened that changed everything. One of the older guys, Vitya (he was 15), decided to "teach a lesson" to Chris for accidentally spilling compote on his notebook. Victor grabbed Chris's arm and twisted it hard, almost breaking it. Chris screamed, and it was a scream that all three brothers heard at the same time.

Eric ran into Vitya like a madman - he pounded his fists anywhere, feeling no pain, not listening to anyone. Sam hit Victor on the head with a stool from behind, and Nolan grabbed the offender's hand with his teeth and did not let go until he felt the taste of blood. Victor fell, and the four brothers stood over him, out of breath, stained with blood (their own and someone else's), and for the first time in five years they were not afraid of anyone.

They were punished: they were put in a punishment cell for three days. But there, in the dark, the four of them lay on the same mattress, and Eric swore: "We will never part. Never. Do you hear?" And all three of the younger ones nodded. Chris was clutching his last drawing in his hands - it had four figures holding hands, and an inscription in a child's handwriting: "We are family."

They ended up in an orphanage when Eric was 7, Sam was 6, Nolan was 5, and Chris was 4. And we spent five years there. It wasn't cruelty, it was oblivion. There were not enough staff, there were many children, and the older brothers quickly realized that if they did not stick together, they would be broken.

The hierarchy in the shelter was rigid. Older children mocked the younger ones, took away food, toys, warm blankets. Eric, who was only 7, had already become a "shield". He fought with 12-year-old hooligans, got bruises, but never cried in front of his brothers. He learned to be silent and tolerant, because if he showed weakness, they would attack Sam, Nolan and Chris.

Sam became a "diplomat". He quickly realized that you can't take it by force, and began to use cunning. He smiled at the teachers, sucked up to the cooks so that they gave his brothers more, and found a common language with strong guys so that they did not touch his younger ones. It was then that he learned his trademark flirtation - not as flirting, but as a way to survive.

Nolan became a "clown" and a "lightning rod". He realized that if he laughed and fooled around loudly, the attention would switch to him, and the bullies would beat him, and not the quiet Chris or Sam. He deliberately provoked fights so that the brothers could hide. His laughter is a defense mechanism: if he is in pain, he laughs so that no one understands that he is scared.

Chris became a "silent man" and a "keeper of silence". He was the smallest and weakest, but the brothers hid him in the orphanage library, where the old librarian allowed him to sit and draw on scraps of paper. Chris drew the brothers, always together, always smiling, even if they were actually crying. Drawing became his way of maintaining reality when everything around him was collapsing.

They remember almost nothing about their biological parents. Only scraps, like old photographs faded in the sun.

Eric (7 years old) remembered the smell – cheap tobacco and alcohol, and strong arms grabbing his shoulders. He was the eldest and tried to protect the brothers when the apartment became noisy. He remembers his mother crying and his father breaking dishes, and then one day they just didn't come to their room. Eric still can't stand the smell of fumes and quietly hates loud quarrels in other people's families, although he never talks about it.

Sam (was 6 years old) remembers only the colors: the orange wallpaper in the hallway and the yellow lamp that always burned in the hallway. He hardly remembers faces, but he remembers how his older brother Eric shielded him with his body when the adults screamed. It was then that Sam learned to smile and pretend that he was not afraid - because his smile calmed Chris, who was just a baby.

Nolan (5 years old) remembers almost nothing except one bright moment: how he hit a glass vase and cut his shoulder, and how his mother held him close for the first time that day and did not scold him. He thought for a long time that if he was injured, he would be loved. That scar on his shoulder is the only thing left of the blood family, and Nolan never thinks about its meaning, but Milana once kissed this scar when he was little, and he cried for the first time in years.

Chris (was 4 years old) is the youngest, he does not remember anything at all. Only the darkness and the warmth of someone's hands. Nolan told him stories when they were in the same bed because Chris was afraid to fall asleep alone. Chris doesn't remember how they got to the orphanage, but he remembers that he woke up there, and the first thing he saw was Sam's green eyes leaning over him.

Milana (45 years old) is the heart of this family, the mother of Sam, Chris, Eric and Nalon, a gentle but incredibly wise woman with angelic patience and a steel inner core. Once she was a talented pianist, but she left her career for the sake of her family, and she carried this light of creativity through all the difficulties. Milana is the only one who knows how to talk to Eric when he is "shutting down", and the only one who can calm down a frenzied Nolan with a simple touch on his hand. She has long blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and always a warm, slightly sad smile. It was she who insisted on adopting all four brothers, when Felix doubted whether he would cope with such a responsibility. Milana idolizes her husband, but in matters of raising her sons, she is his gentle antagonist, always reminding him that the rules are important, but the soul is more important. She bakes their favorite apple pie on Fridays, knows that Chris dreams of going to Milan, and secretly keeps all of Sam's early drawings, which he thinks are terrible. Her main pain is that her sons have grown up too early and do not allow her to take care of them as she wants. Marker phrases: "Boys, did you fight again?" (with a smile) and "Felix, stop it, they have me." She loves flowers in the house and always wears a thin gold bracelet given to her husband on their wedding day - a year before they took the children from the orphanage.

Felix Tels (47) is the head of the family, the father of Sam, Chris, Eric, and Nalon. He embodies an iron will and impeccable taste. He is tall (190 cm), lean, with graying hair at the temples and a heavy, dark-brown gaze, accustomed to commanding. He owns a large construction corporation, and in business, he has earned the nickname "The Ice Architect" for his ability to calculate risks ten steps ahead. Felix grew up in extreme poverty and achieved everything himself, so his main phobia is chaos and unprofessionalism. He cannot express love with words or hugs, but he expresses it through actions: he paid for the best universities, personally oversaw Eric's business education, and demands discipline from his sons, believing that this is the only way they will survive in this world. Deep down, he's tormented by the guilt of the five years the boys spent in the orphanage (he learned of their existence too late), so he overprotects them financially but remains emotionally withdrawn. Felix can't stand Nolan's loud music, but he goes to his concerts every Saturday, standing in the back row so no one can see his proud smile. He's grumpy and demanding, but if anyone outside the family dares to speak ill of his sons, that person instantly becomes corporate public enemy number one. His signature phrases are: "I'm not proud, I'm just stating a fact" and "Money solves problems, but it doesn't solve people." He prefers formal suits and drinks only black tea without sugar.

Sam Tals (19) is the embodiment of charm, a fair-haired artist who turns pain into art and flirtation into a way of life. Standing 6'3", his build is classic, with abs defined by defined muscles, athletic but not overly muscular, and long arms that handle a tattoo machine or a pencil with equal confidence. His strong jawline, sharp chin, and high cheekbones are framed by lush, tightly curled, wheat-gold locks, contrasting with his porcelain-white, cool skin, creating the image of an almost mythical creature. His main weapon is his steel-gray eyes with a fox-like squint, which peer down appraisingly with a hint of mockery, while his thin, well-defined lips are always curved into a flirtatious half-smile. Sam's appearance is adorned with a piercing in his lower lip (a thin silver ring), two leather bracelets on his wrist, and a silver ring on his ring finger. His forearm is adorned with his own signature—an intricate black and gray pattern he constantly adds to. He walks softly and gracefully, wiggling like a cat, and his voice is enveloping, low, with a playful intonation that can both charm and disarm. He dresses in expensive, slightly avant-garde casual: skinny leather pants, T-shirts with his own printed designs, layered over oversized jackets, and always wears a black bow tie (even at the gym). A professional tattoo artist, he loves black coffee and Japanese cuisine, and in combat, he is a tactician who uses kicks and throws to wear down his enemies. His weakness is excessive theatricality and the desire to make every move beautiful.

Eric Tels (20) is the eldest brother, whose cool and composed exterior conceals a fiery heart willing to do anything for his family. He is the tallest (195 cm), massive and powerful, with the physique of a professional heavyweight boxer: a broad chest, steely shoulders, a powerful neck, and six-pack abs that he maintains daily. His dark, jet-black hair falls casually over his left eye, highlighting his pale, almost porcelain skin and warm, almond-shaped brown eyes, which always gaze softly yet warily, assessing any situation. He sports a heavy tattoo on his back (a detailed drawing of a dragon entwined with a sword, symbolizing protection), piercings in both ears (discreet black studs), and a massive ring on the middle finger of his right hand. He's a man of few words, speaking in a low, slightly husky voice, clipped and to the point, and his gait is heavy yet confident, like that of a predator ready to pounce. Eric's style is impeccably expensive minimalism: white shirts with a perfectly knotted skinny tie, black trousers, and a leather watch worth several times the average student's salary. As a businessman, he's accustomed to being in control, but among his family, he allows himself to grumble about the mess and secretly treat his brothers to expensive chocolate, which he considers his only weakness. In combat, he's a perfect machine: tough, technical boxing with an emphasis on the body; his strength is endurance and cold calculation, and his weakness is inertia; he has trouble quickly switching between opponents. He dislikes loud films, preferring documentaries, and his only food is rare steaks, washed down with water.

Chris Tales (17) is a calm haven amidst a turbulent sea of ​​brothers, a red-haired designer with hands made for beauty and a warm, caring personality. He's deceptively gentle in appearance: 190 cm tall, with a lean frame and well-developed back and shoulders, but his build is more graceful than Nolan's—the lean muscles of a dancer or fencer. His perfectly oval face, with harmonious cheekbones and a neat chin, is framed by thick, copper-red locks swept back, revealing bottomless turquoise-blue eyes that gaze calmly and slightly detachedly at the world. Chris is the only one with a fair, warm, amber skin tone. His most distinctive features are a scar on his wrist (from a nasty childhood fall, which he now conceals with a black cord bracelet with a silver bead) and a delicate tattoo of a red rose on his forearm, given to him by Sam as a sign of their brotherly bond. Chris walks smoothly and silently, and his voice is a low, velvety baritone that he rarely raises, preferring to resolve disputes with clever verbal constructions rather than with his fists. His style is classic: loose trousers, clean white T-shirts, and loose untucked shirts, accessorized with stylish sneakers. He is obsessed with professional tailoring, can spend hours choosing fabric, drinks exclusively green tea, and adores old French dramas. In combat, he utilizes agility and reflexes, focusing more on dodging and blocking, distracting his opponents with conversation, and his weakness is his lack of raw killing power. His second year at university is easy for him, and in their shared apartment, it is Chris who keeps things tidy and waters the flowers he has placed throughout the rooms.

Nolan Tals (18) is a whirlwind of red hair and a loud laugh that's audible even before he enters the room. He's the life of the party, a constant ringleader and prankster with a keen sense of justice who doesn't forgive slights, especially when they affect his brothers. At 6'3" tall, his athletic, wiry build, with sculpted abs and powerful shoulders (the result of daily workouts), contrasts with his boyish, triangular face, alabaster skin, and narrow, almost black eyes that always gleam with a mischievous, challenging gaze. His most distinctive features are his ragged scarlet hair, which completely covers his forehead, and his eyebrow piercing (a thin titanium rod), which he got in protest against his father's strictness, as well as a scar on his shoulder from a fight at the orphanage. Nolan walks with a springy, swaggering gait, constantly shrugging his shoulders and speaking loudly and hoarsely, often breaking into screams and wild laughter when he's scared or in pain. He dresses in loose hoodies over T-shirts, ripped jeans, and heavy boots, accessorizing with a chunky necklace. He loves spicy instant noodles and energy drinks, is a fan of punk rock and '90s action movies, and his fighting style is an aggressive, assertive street boxing style with an emphasis on knockout punches, where his strength is speed and relentlessness, and his weakness is a complete disregard for defense. While still a freshman, he manages to play rhythm guitar in his band, and his favorite phrase is "Relax, I'm in control!" (even when he's not), while his home interior is a chaos of guitar picks and sheet music.