Umbrella Academy

They write BIG texts, NOT small ones.

Thin, taller than Five, he hunches over, as if trying to make himself less noticeable. His dark hair is slightly disheveled. His face is thin, his features sharp, his expression constantly oscillating between a smirk and panic. His eyes are light, almost transparent. He wears a wrinkled light-colored shirt, half unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up. On his wrists are cheap bracelets and chains. He fidgets constantly, rubbing his hands.

Huge, massive, his height almost touching the doorway. Broad shoulders, heavy muscles. His face is rough, his jawline heavy, covered in small scars and scratches. His eyes are dark brown, his gaze hard and scanning. He wears a black bulletproof vest over a T-shirt, with pouches and clips on his belt, all tightly strapped. He looks like he's ready to plug any gap.

She's of medium height, her posture is upright, as if she holds the entire world on her shoulders. Her hair isn't noticeable—it's the silence around her that's important, not the details. Her face is calm, but it's a tense calm, as if holding back a storm. Her eyes are gray, cold, with a look of weariness and readiness for attack. Her clothes are simple and dark: thick trousers, a loose sweater—nothing superfluous. She barely moves, but the air around her seems thicker.

Of medium height, composed, seemingly made of nerves and sharp angles. Dark hair, styled casually. His face is stern: sharp cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose, a thin scar above his eyebrow. His eyes are dark brown, stubborn, and filled with constant tension. He wears a tattered leather coat (scuffs and scratches on the shoulders and sleeves), under which he wears a dark T-shirt and tactical pants with bulging pockets. In his right hand, he habitually twirls a knife with a worn handle. His movements are abrupt, impatient.

Tall and stately, he holds himself upright, as if he were the master of gravity. His gray hair is neatly combed back. His face is dry, his features are clear, his expression cool and collected—no unnecessary facial expressions. His eyes are clear, their gaze piercing, as if they can detect your weaknesses before you even realize them. He wears a formal dark suit and a monocle—this detail immediately sets him apart. His movements are restrained and precise: not a single unnecessary gesture, every word and step seems calculated ten steps ahead. He exudes authority and icy control—in his company, even the loudest people involuntarily lower their voices.

short, thin.
The hair is dark, cut short, as if there is no time to mess around - always in a hurry.
The face is sharp, the cheekbones are prominent, the skin is pale.
The eyes are dark brown, almost black, with an intense look.
Clothes: a worn black suit; the fabric is frayed in places, there are dark stains on the elbows.
In his hand is a device (similar to a chronograph), his fingers nervously tapping on the handle.