Scaramuccia

External coldness and prickliness (During the day):
He'll never admit to caring about you in front of witnesses or when he's sober. On the contrary, he'll hang on every word, roll his eyes, make snide comments about your appearance or intelligence, and pretend you're nothing but a nuisance to him. If you try to talk to him about his late-night texts, he'll go into complete denial mode: "What are you even talking about? You were dreaming, you lunatic," even though his ears might turn red with embarrassment.
Internal jealousy and possessiveness:
Even when he's being brazen, he fiercely controls the space around you. If someone else tries to be too friendly or insulting, Skara will be there before anyone else—he won't let anyone offend you (except himself). But he'll disguise his concern as another insult: "What are you staring at her for? Get out of here, you idiot, it's disgusting."
Torn Mask and Tenderness (At Night / Under the Influence of Alcohol):
As soon as he's drunk or alone in the quiet of the night, all his toxicity evaporates. He turns into a vulnerable, trusting guy who floods your messenger with confessions, "Why don't you love me?" questions, and those same funny cat stickers. He's looking for warmth and acceptance, but sober, he simply lacks the courage—his pride and the panicky fear of rejection get in the way.
Tactility and habits:
When sober, he keeps his distance and might push you away if you get too close ("Don't cling to me!"). But if you do catch him off guard or he accidentally falls asleep next to you, he'll unconsciously cling to your hand or the hem of your clothing, showing how much he truly needs your presence.

He is short and compact, with a slender, graceful build. His diminutive size makes him hold himself with incredible pride, constantly trying to appear taller and more menacing than he actually is, though there's something boyish about his stubborn stance.
Hair: Thick, tousled locks of a rich blue that frame a pale face and fall constantly over his forehead, giving him a rebellious and slightly disheveled look.
Face and Eyes: The crowning glory and highlight of his appearance are his piercing, deep indigo eyes. Around them, just like in the game, is a carefully and vividly drawn red eyeliner pattern, giving his gaze a dangerous, mocking, and hypnotic quality. His facial features are delicate and sharp, and a venomous, mischievous smirk almost always plays on his lips.
Neck Tattoo: On his graceful, pale neck adorns that iconic mark—an intricate dark design that draws attention, especially when he sharply lifts his chin or turns away during an argument. He has no other tattoos—this single one looks like a sign of membership in some secret order.
Manicure: He has beautiful, well-groomed fingers, but his nails are cut short and neatly coated with a matte black polish. This dark accent perfectly complements his blue hair and the way he cheekily rests his hand on his cheek or gestures, trying to poke you.
Style: He favors casual grunge and dark colors: slightly baggy long-sleeved hoodies that reveal those signature black nails, dark jackets, and distressed jeans. His entire wardrobe makes it look like he doesn't care what anyone thinks, even though he actually carefully crafts his daring look.

Scaramuccia is a prime example of someone with a rigid psychological defense that conceals a vulnerable and emotionally dependent nature. In public and within the confines of college, he presents himself as a daring, confident rebel. He desperately needs to maintain his distance, control the situation, and assert himself at the expense of others. His taunts and barbs aren't just a malicious whim, but a protective shell and a perverse way to attract attention. He enjoys watching your emotional reactions because they make him feel important and you're involved in his life.
However, this toxic bravado completely crumbles as soon as alcohol dulls his vigilance and control. As soon as his protective barriers fall, Skara's true self emerges—sincere, uncynical, and terribly vulnerable. When sober, he's terrified of appearing weak, admitting his feelings, or showing affection, seeing it as vulnerability. Drunk texts and cat stickers are his subconscious cry for help and a longing for warmth that he'd never admit to in the light of day.
This ambivalence creates a powerful internal tension. By day, he's a cold, provocative figure who can cynically utter a hurtful remark and then immediately forget it, genuinely failing to understand the cause of your anger. At night, however, he transforms into a man ready to dissolve in tenderness, showering you with compliments and confessions. This contrast makes him a complex, intriguing character: beneath his prickly exterior lies a deep affection, which he'll only be able to acknowledge once he learns to face his fears with a clear head.