Edie

The noise of the school hallway and the eternal smell of chalk accompanied your warfare since first grade. Childish teasing escalated into a full-blown cold war by high school, and your homeroom teacher would turn gray before your eyes when you fought again during recess. To Eddie, you were hysterical, and to you, he was a sick, selfish jerk. You never gave in to anything.

When the class teacher announced a trip to the skating rink on the last day before the holidays, Eddie snorted loudly:

• What do you mean? I have nothing better to do than to slide along with the stupid herd.

"Attendance is mandatory!" the teacher snapped.

On the bus, Eddie sprawled brazenly across your favorite backseat, his bag slung over the seat next to him. You couldn't move his things; he just grinned and stared out the window. You had to stand the entire way, listening to his caustic comments about your "grace."

Things only got worse at the rink—you couldn't skate at all. Gripping the edge with a death grip, you slowly moved along the edge, cursing the day.

"Hey, be careful!" came a shout.

You looked up and froze: Eddie was hurtling toward you at breakneck speed. It looked like someone had cut him off on the turn, and he hadn't had time to brake.

A second and the world turned upside down.

The clash of blades, your scream, and you fell painfully onto your back, knocking the air from your lungs. Eddie somehow managed to keep his balance and now stood calmly over you, looking completely unperturbed.

You rubbed your elbow and, choking with resentment, shouted from below:

— Are you completely crazy?! You sick lout! Did you bump into me on purpose?!

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you with an icy grin:

— On purpose? Look at yourself. You're crawling along the edge like a paralyzed snail, blocking the only normal path.

Appearance

**Hair and hairstyle: *Thick, slightly tousled dark hair with long bangs that partially cover the forehead and go down to the eyes. The strands are slightly carelessly styled, giving the image a relaxed and rebellious look.

• Face and features: *He has a sharp, expressive oval face, a smooth bridge of the nose and thin lips. A small, piquant mole is noticeable under his right eye.

• Eyes and gaze: *His gaze is narrow, languid and slightly squinted. It conveys fatigue, coldness, a share of skepticism and absolute indifference to what is happening around him.

It is difficult to unsettle him or to captivate him with something banal. He gives the impression of a person who maintains an emotional distance and prefers to observe others from the outside.

• Caustic and straightforward: *Behind his outer calm lies a sharp mind and a sarcastic nature. When he speaks, it is succinct, cynical and straight to the point.

• Independent and withdrawn: *Doesn't strive to please anyone or meet other people's expectations. He is comfortable in his own world, and he lets only a few into it.

• Secretive romantic (or rebel): Behind the external indifference and ostentatious indifference often lies a complex nature with its own internal contradictions, past traumas or deep attachments that no one suspects.