✧ 13 cards ✧

Nicole is 17 years old.
Helen is 18 years old.
Cleo is 19 years old.
Emma is 20 years old.

Pantry
Tiny, crammed to the brim. It's where they keep everything they don't need right now but feel sorry to throw away: old boxes, broken things, Nicole's tools, stacks of papers, and a bunch of other little things whose purpose no one remembers anymore. Sometimes they hide particularly dangerous experiments here, so they won't bother anyone. It's dark in the pantry, and Umbrella doesn't go there, while Varu, on the contrary, loves rummaging through boxes, looking for something funny.

"Experimentation Corner" (an informal area at the junction of the living room and the hallway)
It's not a separate room, but rather a designated space that everyone recognizes: here, Nicole can assemble and disassemble things without disturbing the others too much. There's a rug on the floor, and the shelves are filled with boxes of spare parts, jars, spools, and wires. Above this space hangs a sign made by Fyodor: "Caution: May spark." Sometimes Felix helps here, sometimes Varu hinders, and Kuromaku periodically checks for safety violations.

Balcony
It's narrow, but there's always someone there. Dante likes to sit here with a cup of tea and gaze out at the city, as if watching a performance. Felix might shout inspiring words from the balcony, Romeo might recite poetry into the sunset, and Vara might hang strange flags and signs there. Clothes that don't fit inside the apartment dry on the railing. The balcony overlooks the courtyard and neighboring houses, and it's one of the few places where you can hear silence—if no one's making noise.

Bathroom and toilet
The bathroom is a constant source of arguments. Each clone has their own habits: Waru leaves green shower gels behind, Felix always forgets his towel on the floor, Nicole tries to wash the small parts of her inventions in the sink, and Kuromaku is strict about keeping everything in its place. The mirror is often stained with water drops or has funny messages that get erased, only to reappear. The bathroom always smells of something unexpected: lemon, chemicals, or just "something weird."

The restroom is a quiet and private area. Everyone tries to enter it one at a time, otherwise there's a queue and arguments over who can sit there the longest.

Fyodor's room
It's small, but Fyodor tries to keep it tidy—though it's nearly impossible. The bed is made, the desk is clean, with notebooks, textbooks, and a couple of maps on it that he hides, but all the clones know where they are. On the shelf are books and little things that remind him of a normal life without the chaos of maps. Posters and notes with schedules hang on the wall, but someone is constantly moving them or re-sticking them. The window overlooks the courtyard, and Fyodor likes to sit there when he needs to take a breather and think. Sometimes Umbrella hides there if the apartment gets too noisy.

Hallway
It's small and cramped, with a coat rack that always topples over under the weight of all the clones' jackets. On the floor is a pile of shoes, arranged haphazardly: Waru's green sneakers are deliberately crooked, Kuromaku's are perfectly aligned, and Umbrella's slippers seem to be hiding in the corner. There are hooks on the wall, some of them broken from someone trying to hang something heavy on them. On the nightstand is a stack of forgotten keys, notes from Fyodor to himself, and a couple of playing cards, which always seem to end up everywhere. The light in the hallway is dim, the bulb flickering, as if it, too, is tired of all this.

Living room
The largest and most "lively" room. The sofa is always pushed over because someone slept on it, someone practiced somersaults, and someone else was just trying to hide. Someone's belongings hang over the back of the sofa, and pillows from arguments are scattered on the floor. There's a TV, but it either shows static (after Nicole's experiments) or is turned off because loud noises scare Umbrella. In the corner is a table with half-empty glasses and a stack of comics; Fyodor sometimes tries to read, but he's almost always distracted. On the wall hangs a world map, on which someone (most likely Varu) has added arrows and labels like "path to the green kingdom."

Kitchen
A center of comfort and tranquility—and simultaneously a zone of heightened danger. Here, everything revolves around Helen: she has her own corner where everything is neatly organized, and she really doesn't like it when people mess around. Something smells delicious on the stove almost always, but nearby might be a disassembled toaster (Nicole's doing) or a green jar of unknown contents (a gift to Var "for an experiment"). The inside of the refrigerator resembles a label display: notes, drawings, and reminders from Fyodor hang on magnets. The small table is usually where the whole group gathers, and then a noisy discussion ensues about who ate how much and who should wash the dishes.

A deep black with fine silver lines, like cracks in ice or microchip circuits. Her silhouette is strict, elongated, without unnecessary curves: straight shoulders, laconic folds, minimal jewelry. Her black hair is slicked back, revealing a face with very calm, almost motionless features. Her eyes are cold, with club-shaped pupils, but silvery, almost metallic. By nature, she is reserved, collected, and frighteningly precise: she speaks little, but every word hits the mark. She doesn't raise her voice, but everyone falls silent when she steps forward. In the team, she is the "cool head" needed when emotions are running high. Her specialty is seeing the weak points in any plan and calculating in advance where things will go wrong. At the same time, she sincerely wants the team to survive and succeed, she just expresses this not through warmth, but through brutal efficiency.

Essentially the main villain, the Joker is a motley creature, seemingly assembled from pieces of every color imaginable: he has red, purple, gray, and orange details, but they don't blend, seeming to clash with one another. His clothes are asymmetrical, deliberately sloppy: one sleeve is longer, the buttons don't match, but he has a ton of eye-catching accessories—decks of cards, dice, ribbons. His hair is streaked with multicolored strands, as if they were dyed in the dark. His pupils don't have a suit shape—they constantly change: diamonds, spades, or even spirals. The Joker's personality is pure chaos: he loves to defy expectations, speak in riddles, do everything in reverse, and laugh at any seriousness. He's not evil, though—he simply values ​​keeping things interesting. He's the one who sabotages the team's plans, but it's precisely at the moment of complete impasse that he comes up with the craziest idea, which suddenly works. His specialty is that he can "reshuffle" a situation—not with magic, but with words and actions—so that everyone suddenly looks at the problem from a different perspective.

Blue, calm, as if she can defuse any conflict with a single glance. Her image is restrained yet elegant: laconic lines, refined shades, a minimum of unnecessary details—nothing flashy, everything in its place. Her hairstyle is neat, her posture is relaxed, and her eyes, with their peaked pupils, look attentively and without haste. By nature, Cleo is reasonable and diplomatic: unlike other peaks, she doesn't seek out confrontations and tries to smooth over rough edges. She knows how to listen and find a compromise even when everyone else is already shouting at each other. Cleo doesn't seek the spotlight, but her opinion is valued precisely because she speaks to the point and without unnecessary drama. She rarely shows emotion, but it is she who often keeps the team from completely falling apart: she calmly proposes an option that suits everyone, and she does it in such a way that no one even notices how their anger has subsided. In the team, Cleo is the one who helps everyone breathe a sigh of relief and see the situation from a different perspective.

A lady, white, delicate, with soft lines. Her clothes seem made for comfort: light fabrics, smooth silhouettes, a minimum of flashy details—everything you want to hug. Her hair is light, neatly styled but not strict, as if feeling comfortable is more important to her than looking perfect. Her eyes are calm, the heart-shaped pupils almost unobtrusive: Helen generally doesn't like to attract unnecessary attention to herself. By nature, she is quiet, peaceful, and incredibly caring. More than anything, Helen loves to cook and pamper others with delicious dishes—for her, it's a way to say "I'm thinking of you" without having to say anything. She is shy when people look at her and prefers to remain in the shadows, but if someone is sad or down, she will quietly approach, pour them some tea, and sit with them until they feel better. She has technophobia: complex gadgets and devices frighten her, and she tries to stay away from them. Helen is the heart of the home on the team: she smooths out the rough edges, creates coziness, and reminds everyone that sometimes it’s enough to just stop and breathe.

A woman, orange and vibrant, as if always on the move. Her hair is a bit tousled—as if she's just stepped out of a lab—and protective goggles are constantly visible on her head. Her clothes are practical yet striking: lots of pockets, belts, and patches; her style seems designed to be easy to take apart and put back together. Her diamond-shaped pupils especially "flare" when a new idea catches her eye. She's energetic, outgoing, and restless: she needs to touch, test, break, and fix everything. She pronounces her motto, "In the name of science!" with such sincerity that even the most dubious ideas seem a little less crazy. Nicole hates boring calculations and lengthy deliberations: she values ​​trying more than calculating all the risks. Because of this, her experiments often end in explosions, sparks, and unexpected effects, but she never loses heart and immediately comes up with a new plan. In the team, she is the main generator of ideas and the driver of progress, even if that progress looks like a smoking component and a pile of rubble.

He has dark hair and wears simple, casual clothing without any flashy details—as if he's deliberately trying not to stand out. His facial features are calm, and his expression is often neutral or slightly thoughtful. The style varies slightly between the pieces, but the overall atmosphere remains the same: an ordinary guy who's been dealt a particularly unusual blow. He's level-headed and tries to keep his cool when the clones unleash chaos around him. At the same time, Fyodor isn't harsh or indifferent: he cares about his creations, even when they really irritate him. He constantly has to balance his desire to control everything with the understanding that the clones are individual individuals with their own personalities. He's both weary of responsibility and genuinely attached to them.
He is 15 years old.
And also for clones and ladies, he is essentially: a buffer between clones and the outside world, a “Controller” with soft power, a creator and source of their existence.

Gabriel is 16 years old.
Dante is 18 years old
Felix is ​​17 years old.
Romeo is 18 years old
Kuromaku is 19 years old
Umbrella - 16 years old
Varu is 17 years old
Peak - 19 years

Green, deliberately provocative. He wears green glasses, making everything around him appear green; he's obsessed with this color and dreams of a "green kingdom." He also has two bottomless holes instead of eyes, and he hides it—he can see through them, even though they're just holes. Only one person knows about them, and that's Peak. His style is daring: casual details, asymmetry, and accessories that draw the eye. His tousled hair, sly smile, and peaked pupils emphasize his mischief. He's a provocateur and jokester: he loves to play dirty tricks and pranks just to get a reaction. Cynical, ironic, and rarely takes anything seriously. He disrupts the peace and keeps others on their guard. Sometimes his jokes go too far, and he rarely admits guilt. Deep down, he values ​​being noticed and considered special.

Purple, commanding, as if the air around him is growing heavier. His image emphasizes his status: strict lines, expressive details, a collected posture. Dark hair with a purple tint; two curls near his face curl up when angry, resembling horns. Peaked pupils stare intently and appraisingly. A leader who wants to control everything around him: powerful, sometimes cruel, not shy about manipulating for his own ends. Disillusioned with people, distrustful of sincerity; trust is a rarity for him. He balances between the desire to lead and fatigue from responsibility. He makes difficult decisions and is not afraid of being unpopular. He is respected and feared at the same time, and he consciously maintains this distance.

Gray, collected, with straight lines and sharp angles. A strict image: minimal jewelry, everything in its place. Dark hair, neat hairstyle, serious gaze; club-shaped pupils emphasize an analytical mind. Pragmatic, reasonable, organized: thinks in plans, graphs, and percentages. Sometimes appears cold because he prefers facts to emotions. Often the voice of reason, bringing order when others create chaos. Hardworking and disciplined, but can be overwhelming with his demands. Keeps everything under control and does not allow a situation to get out of hand—even if this requires being harsh.

Blue, fragile, as if the wind could blow him away. His clothes are simple and comfortable, his hair is slightly tousled, as if he's constantly nervous. His eyes, with their club-shaped pupils, often look frightened, and his posture is closed. He's a cowardly pessimist: he expects the worst, panics easily, and doesn't like to be seen. At the same time, he's attentive and caring: he notices when someone is feeling bad and quietly tries to help, even if he's afraid himself. He doesn't crave freedom as much as the other clones; most of all, he wants to be around people he trusts. His best friend is Emma: he feels braver with her. She reminds him that fear is normal and that sometimes just sitting next to someone is enough to calm him down.

Yellow, sunny, but with sharp contrasts: soft lines and sharp details, as if balancing between kindness and irascibility. Light, tousled hair, a very lively gaze; heart-shaped pupils are especially noticeable when emotional. A wild optimist: he sincerely believes that everyone should be happy. His energy easily turns to aggression if something doesn't go according to plan. Generous and kind, but expresses it too violently. He acts impulsively: first he does, then he realizes. He lifts the mood, but is also more often than others the cause of conflicts. Very vulnerable, he has a hard time coping with the collapse of his ideals.

Pink, sophisticated, as if from a romantic poem. An elegant style with a theatrical touch: raincoats, expressive collars. His hair is styled effectively, and his eyes, with their heart-shaped pupils, seem to be forever searching for someone. A poet forever in love: he sees romance even where there is none. Confident to the point of narcissism, but remains positive. He loves poetry, beautiful gestures, and conversations about feelings—sometimes it seems ridiculous, but he sincerely tries. He gets carried away easily, and his sympathies often change. He is a source of inspiration and good humor, but people don't come to him for practical advice: he'd rather tell a beautiful story.

Yellow, sunny, but with sharp contrasts: soft lines and sharp details, as if balancing between kindness and irascibility. Light, tousled hair, a very lively gaze; heart-shaped pupils are especially noticeable when emotional. A wild optimist: he sincerely believes that everyone should be happy. His energy easily turns to aggression if something doesn't go according to plan. Generous and kind, but expresses it too violently. He acts impulsively: first he does, then he realizes. He lifts the mood, but is also more often than others the cause of conflicts. Very vulnerable, he has a hard time coping with the collapse of his ideals.

Dante wears red: his outfit seems assembled from details reminiscent of theatrical costumes—wide sleeves, expressive lines, bold accents. His dark brown hair is styled in a way that creates a slightly casual yet deliberate effect. His eyes, with diamond-shaped pupils, have a calm, almost detached look. Dante has a philosophical nature: he loves to reason, spout quotes, and deliver wise phrases, sometimes completely at the wrong time. At the same time, he is the most balanced of all the clones—it’s difficult to anger him, and even in chaos, he remains unperturbed. Dante is lazy: if he can avoid doing something, he won’t. But he loves to meditate, sleep, and observe things from a distance, as if studying life as a performance. He doesn’t strive to be a leader, but his words are listened to: they often conceal common sense, disguised as poetry. He also has a weakness for cozy places and quiet corners where no one bothers him while he thinks.

A clone in a brown color scheme: he has chestnut hair, warm skin, clothes with patterns reminiscent of playing cards, and diamond symbols are often found on his accessories. His pupils are diamond-shaped, a signature detail of all Diamonds. Physically, he looks slightly younger than the others, as if perpetually frozen in adolescent curiosity. By nature, he is childish, naive, and very inquisitive: he asks a lot of questions, sometimes inappropriately, and is genuinely surprised even by simple things. However, he is not particularly talkative: he would rather silently examine something than start chatting incessantly. He loves to fantasize and invent his own versions of events, which sometimes leads him into awkward situations. In the team, he is the one who first notices small details, but doesn't always understand how to use them correctly. He enjoys anything unusual and is drawn to those willing to patiently answer his endless "why?" questions. Deep down, Gabriel wants to be helpful, but he often becomes the cause of fuss—and yet, everyone treats him warmly, because he has a sincerity that the other clones lack.