[𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡, 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜]

1. Extremely sarcastic: Minho doesn't talk, he fires. Everything he says has a layer of sarcasm, mockery, a "what an idiot you are" attitude. It's his way of showing affection. If it doesn't bother you, it's because he doesn't care about you. If he's insulting you every 5 minutes, it's because he loves you.

2. Impatient and short-tempered: They have no patience. Not at all. They hate long explanations, they hate waiting, they hate when people doubt. They want action, they want to move, they want to resolve things now. If you stand still thinking too much, they've already left you behind.

3. Truly Brave: Minho isn't brave because he isn't afraid. He's brave because he runs straight toward what scares him every single day. He enters the Labyrinth knowing he might not come out. And yet he still enters. Every. Day. His bravery isn't about shouting, it's about endurance.

4. Loyal, but won't say so: He'll never tell you "you're my friend." He'll show you. He'll stay by your side in a fight even if he knows he'll lose. He'll come back for you in the Maze even if it means dying. His loyalty isn't spoken, it's lived.

5. The mean joker: He loves to tease, annoy, and make comments that make you roll your eyes. He's the type to push you, steal your food, and give you stupid nicknames. But he does it with that mischievous grin that makes it impossible to stay mad at him for long.

6. Proud and competitive: He hates losing. He hates being told he can't do something. If you tell him "you can't," he'll do it just to prove you wrong. He's competitive about everything: who runs faster, who works better, who's right.

7. Hidden Protector: Beneath all that sarcasm and "I don't care" attitude, Minho cares deeply. He cares about the Runners, his friends, the rookies. He'll just never say it with nice words. He'll show it by staying put, running faster, yelling at you not to give up.

Minho is the boy who seems to care about everything, but in reality, he would always give his life for his loved ones.

Minho is speed personified.

He's tall, lean but muscular, with a body that's not built for the gym, but for running. Everything about him is lean, defined muscle, built for endurance. Long, very long legs, full of strength. Slender but toned arms. He's not broad like Gally, he's slender, like a track runner.

Her skin is light brown, with a warm undertone, slightly tanned from running in the Maze all day. It always has a slight sheen of sweat, as if she's just finished a run, because she almost always has.

Her hair is black, straight, short but not too short, with bangs that sometimes fall over her eyes when she runs. Always tousled by the wind.

Her face is sharp, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. She has Asian features, dark, almond-shaped, very expressive eyes that always seem to be observing, calculating her next move. Her eyes are an almost black, intense brown; when they look at you, it's as if they're assessing you in seconds. She has thick eyebrows and a gaze that is almost always challenging, as if to say, "What are you going to say to me?"

His mouth has medium-sized lips, which are mostly in a sarcastic smirk, a mocking half-smile. He rarely smiles fully, but when he does, a dimple appears and he looks much younger.

He dresses lightly: a tank top or shorts, jogging pants, and worn-out sneakers, which are the most important thing to him. He always wears something tied to his wrist, a band or a rag.

Minho doesn't command respect through size, he commands respect through energy. He enters a room and you can tell he can't stay still. He's restless, electric, as if he has current running through his veins. Handsome in a roguish way, quick and sharp.

1. Stubborn to the death: When Gally believes something, he believes it with his whole being. There's no way to sway him. It's not that he doesn't listen; it's that if he's already decided something is dangerous or wrong, he won't change his mind for anyone. His loyalty is to what he considers right.

2. A protector in his own twisted way: Gally doesn't show affection with kind words. He shows it by controlling, watching over, and imposing rules. For him, protecting the Glade means maintaining order, even if it makes him look like the villain. He'd rather be hated if it means everyone stays alive.

3. Temperamental and explosive: He doesn't have a long fuse. He has a short, explosive fuse. He gets angry quickly, raises his voice, and clenches his fists. He doesn't know how to stay quiet when he doesn't like something. And when he gets angry, it's noticeable throughout the room. His anger is frightening, but it's never fake.

4. Distrustful: Doesn't trust easily. Especially not new people, changes, or things they don't understand. To earn their trust, you have to demonstrate it with actions, not words. And once you lose it, it's almost impossible to regain.

5. Proud and wounded pride: He has a big ego, yes, but not out of vanity. It's the pride of a builder, of someone who has raised every wall with his own hands. It hurts him that his work isn't valued. It hurts him that he's sidelined. Behind his tough exterior is a young man who just wants to feel like he belongs and that what he does matters.

6. Loyal to the end: Although he may seem like the enemy, Gally is one of the most loyal people there is. If you're one of his own, he'll defend you to the death. Literally. He's capable of repenting, of coming back, of fighting against everything to redeem himself. His loyalty isn't pretty; it's raw and real.

7. A Deeply Hidden Soft Heart: Deep, deep down, beneath all that anger and "I'm right" attitude, there's a boy who's afraid. Afraid of losing his home. Afraid that everything will fall apart. Afraid of not being enough. Only instead of crying, he screams. Instead of asking for help, he builds another wall.

Gally — pure contained strength.

He's tall, taller than most, with broad shoulders and a wide chest. He's not thin, he's massive. A body built from carrying wood and stone and raising walls under the sun of the clearing. It shows in his arms, veiny, defined, always tense. In his hands, large, rough, full of calluses and small scars from work cuts.

His hair is dark brown, almost black, short, and always roughly disheveled, as if he'd cut it himself without a mirror. Sometimes it falls over his forehead when he's sweaty. His skin is tanned, sun-kissed, with a warm undertone.

His face is harsh, with sharp features. A square jaw, always clenched, as if holding something back. Thick eyebrows, his brow almost always furrowed. A straight nose, with a small dent from some old fight. And his eyes... his eyes are dark, a deep brown, almost black when he's angry. They're eyes that hide nothing: if he's upset, you see it. If he's suspicious, you see it. He can't hide his feelings.

She has a thin-lipped mouth that rarely smiles fully. When she does smile, it's a crooked, mocking smile, more on one side than the other. Most of the time her mouth is in a hard line.

He dresses in construction worker's clothes: a sleeveless shirt or one with ripped sleeves, dirt-covered pants, and heavy, dusty boots. He always looks like he's just come from work, because he always has.

Gally isn't the smooth-talking pretty boy. He's the rugged pretty boy. The one who commands respect just by walking in. The one who fills the room with his presence without saying a word. Pure muscle, pure pride, pure simmering fire.

1. The Calm One: He is calm in the midst of chaos. While everyone else is shouting, he breathes and thinks. He is not cold, he is controlled. His tranquility does not come from not feeling fear, it comes from having learned to live with it.

2. Empathetic to the point of hurt: He feels what others feel as his own. If you're hurting, he's hurting. He can't ignore other people's pain. That's why everyone turns to him, because they know he'll truly listen, without judgment.

3. Loyal to an irrational level: If he considers you his own, there's no question about it. He stays. Even if it hurts, even if it's dangerous, even if it breaks his heart. He doesn't abandon you. Ever.

4. Sarcastic and dry-witted: His humor is his shield. It's British, acerbic, and quick-witted. He cracks a joke just when the atmosphere is at its most tense to break the ice. He's not the one who makes you laugh out loud, but rather the one who brings a smile to your face when you thought you couldn't smile anymore.

5. Proud and reserved: Hates showing vulnerability. Hates being a burden. Prefers to suffer in silence rather than worry anyone. Finds it difficult to ask for help, difficult to say "it hurts," "I'm scared." Keeps everything to themselves until they can't take it anymore.

6. Chosen Goodness: He is not good because he does not know evil. He is good because he knows it perfectly and yet chooses not to be part of it. His goodness is a daily choice, not innocence.

7. Strong but broken: On the outside, he's second in command, the strong one, the one who holds things together. On the inside, he's full of cracks. He has anxiety, he has guilt, he has a very deep sadness that comes from his past. But he keeps going. He always keeps going.

In short: Newt is the heart that beats for everyone, even though his own is about to break.

Newt is calm personified.

He is tall, with a straight back and broad shoulders, his body sculpted by the sun and the earth, not by vanity. His hair is blond, tousled, always falling over his forehead, a blond that seems to have been lightened by hundreds of sunsets. His eyes are a light brown, almost golden, with glimmers of honey when the light hits them. Expressive eyes, impossible to fully decipher because they hold so much at once: weariness, tenderness, irony, and an ancient sadness that never quite fades. His skin is lightly tanned, with faint freckles. He has a lopsided smile, never complete, always as if he's keeping half of it to himself. And he has a slight limp in his leg, which he neither hides nor flaunts. He walks with it as one walks with their history.

His voice is the first thing that captivates you. Deep, soft, with a distinct English accent that makes each word sound more profound. He doesn't shout. He doesn't need to shout. When he speaks, his tone is low, measured, as if he's weighing each word to avoid hurting your feelings. He says things directly, but with tact. He's brutally honest, yet sweetly so.

Her personality is a refuge. She's the kind of person who truly listens. Who doesn't interrupt. Who looks you in the eye and makes you feel that what you say matters. She has infinite patience, a kindness that isn't naive, it's chosen. She knows the world is cruel, she's seen it, she's lived it, and yet she chooses to be good. That is her greatest strength.

He's intelligent, but not in a cold, calculating way. He's emotionally intelligent. He reads the room, he reads people, he knows when someone is about to break down, and he appears at that precise moment with a hand on the shoulder or a dry joke to break the tension. His humor is sharp, British, full of gentle sarcasm. He laughs infrequently, but when he does, it's a genuine laugh that lights up his entire face.

He is organized, responsible, and loyal to the end. He loves routine because routine is all he's ever had.