DvK

Age: About 16 years old
Pack: Girls
Status: Walker (and also the main "flyer" of the House, regularly going to the Outside for contraband).
Description:
Rat is sitting in a wonderful chair, resembling a hippopotamus. The black leather of the hippopotamus gleams. It's so cozy that she's completely relaxed in its embrace, almost dozing off. Only her leg, draped over the armrest, continues to swing. On her foot is a magnificent black leather boot, heavy as a tank, matching both the chair and Rat's short vest—also leather, also gleaming, just as it should be.
Distinguishing features: Skinny, pale, and dark-eyed. She wears a flamboyant punk style, heavy boots, and mirrored army dog ​​tags around her neck, through which she views the world. She has a rat tattoo on her shoulder and hides a sharp razor under her fingernail.
Couple: Blind

The action is always narrated by one of the characters. Each of them has their own personality. They are simply different people living in the same place.

Age: 15 (I think)
Pack: fourth
Status: wheelchair user
Description:
He holds himself in an open palm—just a sheet of cellophane—and hands it to you, but you can't throw away your naked soul, saying you didn't understand what you were given or why. His strength lies in this terrible openness. I've never met anyone like him before.
Distinguishing features: wheelchair user, loves to draw, "black sheep" because he is really looking forward to graduation
Pair: -

Age: 17
Pack: fourth
Status: Normal
Description:
He had strange eyes. The color of strong tea, with golden flecks around the pupils. There was no fear in them, only a kind of age-old, unchildlike weariness, as if he knew something about the creation of the world that everyone else had long forgotten. He moved quietly, almost unnoticeably, always hiding his hands in the pockets of his oversized jacket, as if afraid to accidentally touch someone and reveal his secret.
Then I was an Angel. White, fluffy and all-powerful. At least that's what they thought. They kissed my hands and hung on my every word. And then I got tired. <...> I became a Moron. It's easier to be a Moron. You sit there, drooling, and no one expects anything from you. <...> They thought I couldn't read. But I read it. That very sign on the wall: "Greetings to all miscarriages, premature babies and carried babies..." And I walked in. I crossed that threshold, leaving both the Angel and the Moron outside. Here I became Macedonian. Here I had a name, a room and eight friends. And for the first time I felt alive.
Distinguishing features: unusual eye color, wears sweaters with very long sleeves, suffers from epilepsy
Pair: -

Age: 17
Pack: Logi (leader) (lives in the fourth)
Status: normal
Description: Larry sat perched on the back of a chair, his feet propped up on the armrests. He wore tight leather pants, a black T-shirt with a skull, and a multitude of metal chains that jingled softly with every movement. His hair, dyed a poisonous crimson, stuck out in all directions like porcupine quills. He chewed gum incessantly, blowing enormous bubbles, and looked at everyone with a lazy, disdainful defiance. The leader of the Loggs, he looked like he'd just escaped a punk rock concert, yet his physique exuded a dangerous, springy strength.
Distinguishing features: squint, loves to do little mischief, pimples on his face.
Pair: -

Age: 17
Pack: fourth
Status: walker, wheelchair user
Description: A beautiful elf with fine features, golden hair, and gray eyes, whose aristocratic beauty contrasts sharply with the squalid surroundings of the Fourth Room.
Distinguishing features: wheelchair user, aristocrat, wears shirts (not t-shirts like the others), has very long blond hair.
Pair: Redhead

Age: 17
Pack: fourth
Status: walker
Description:
He sat in a wheelchair, apparently not intending to go anywhere. He was wearing three shirts, one on top of the other, the bottom one significantly longer than the tops, and fringe and lace peeked out from under the shortest, velvet one. A string of beads adorned his neck, and bracelets jingled on his arms. He fidgeted constantly, winked, bared his teeth, and muttered under his breath, while pencils, notepads, buttons, and other unidentifiable junk protruded from his vest pockets. This was Jackal Tabaki—a walking junk shop and the main keeper of all the House's stories.
Distinguishing features: wheelchair-bound, looks much younger than his age, likes to wear a lot of clothes and jewelry at once, flighty, restless, sometimes suffocates due to respiratory neurosis, Tourette syndrome, it is very rare for him to be calm.
Couple: - (denies the existence of love until a certain point)

Age: 17
Pack: fourth
Status: walker
Description:
He was one of those guys who makes any rag look decent and terribly expensive—I don't know how they do it. Tall, bald, with cat-green eyes, completely eyebrowless—either he shaved them off or they were just natural—with scars on his chin. His prosthetics were exquisite. Black, patent leather, with shiny joints. The kind that bend in all sorts of places. They weren't arms, but some kind of incredible imported devices...
Distinguishing features: arms amputated, hair and eyebrows do not grow after a coma (cause unknown)
Couple: Mermaid

Age: 17
Pack: fourth (leader)
Status: walker
Description:
A thin, unkempt teenager with a pale face and cloudy eyes. His movements are strikingly smooth and silent, reminiscent of the graceful movements of a cat, a snake, or a ghost, effortlessly gliding through a crowd and space.
Distinguishing features: blind in both eyes, cold, emotionless, feeds on mice and plaster.
Pair: Rat

Age: 17
Status: jumper
Pack: Girls
Description:
Impulsive, emotional. The redhead constantly needs to do something, climb the barricades, build fortresses for the defenseless, rescue someone from a trap or imprisonment... Does it really matter what she does? The main thing is to keep moving forward. She's an eternal fighter for the truth, for her truth. She doesn't care what people think. Her priority is to think for herself.
Distinguishing features: she is for justice, equality, stubborn, bright, she doesn’t care what she wears, bright red hair.
Pair: Lord

Age: 16
Status: former wheelchair user
Pack: Girls
Description:
"You think that strong feelings don't suit me? That it doesn't suit me, right?"
I've hit a sore spot. I always forget about her Gray Mouse complex: "You see, I'm not a personality, well, not a bright person... Everything inside me is so dull and uninteresting." A complex that's useless to fight, infuriating with the invulnerability of its positions. "Take Redhead, for example..."
Distinguishing features: it is unclear how she came into this world, gentle and romantic, does handicrafts, plays the guitar.
Pair: Sphinx

Age: 17
Status: Normal
Pack: fourth
Description:
He smoked silently and with concentration, as he did everything. He ate, drank, read... There was a thoroughness to every action the black man took. Each of his actions seemed to say, "This is how it's done." Perhaps that's why no one ever interrupted him from his work.
Distinguishing features: wears glasses, is blond (the nickname is given according to his character), is a "black sheep" because we are really looking forward to the release
Pair: female bull terrier

Age: 17
Status: walker
Pack: Rats (leader)
Description:
Dark eyes with copper lashes gaze sadly at the Sphinx. Their thin face, submerged in water, belongs to a stranger who couldn't possibly be Red. The shaved eyebrows, the scars on his chin, and the vile grin are gone. The angel's eyes have erased them, transforming his face beyond recognition. This obsession lasts for a few seconds, after which Red puts on his glasses and the angel vanishes. The pervert remains, not in the plants.
Distinguishing features: always wears green glasses, has red hair, dresses very boldly (which is typical for Rats), is terrified of sienna Phoenix bags
Pair: -

Home is walls and walls of crumbling plaster. Narrow passages of stairways. Moss dancing under balcony lanterns. Pink sunrises through gauze curtains. Chalk and littered school desks. The sun melting in the red dust of the rectangular courtyard. Flea-bitten dogs dozing under benches.