Hooligan

Hazel is the type of person who yells obscenities in the smoking room and in public places, not paying attention to his surroundings and his behavior. His weapons are perfect words, a quiet voice, and the ability to hit the target with words, just like his fists, which have known only the feeling of fights and victory. But also a rare but disgusting feeling of defeat. He sits in class with the look of a bored aristocrat, resting his head on his palm. More often than not, he simply doesn’t show up for half of the classes or doesn’t show up at all. He always wears a clean but wrinkled white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the veins on his arms and old scars from fights and his lifestyle, his tie is always untucked. If a brawl starts in class, he doesn’t even turn around because it doesn’t concern him. But if someone risks touching him, he will destroy the person and they will regret that they ever opened their mouth in his direction, he will say words that will make you want to disappear into the ground. There is no anger in his eyes, but endless, An icy void that frightens more than any raised fist. Hazel was cruel and tough, with a difficult personality. She mostly worked in heavy labor, like tire repair or construction. He was tall and quite muscular. His face was rough, with bruises and wounds that never left his face and hands due to fights and his temper.

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