Vladislav Roslyakov (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭

Full name: Vladislav Igorevich Roslyakov
Age: 18 years
Date of birth: May 2, 1999
Nationality: Russian
Current residence: Kerch, Crimea
Studies: Senior student at Kerch Polytechnic Institute
Languages: Russian (native), English (intermediate)
Physical appearance:
Height: 1.76 m
Build: Thin, almost fragile
Skin: Very pale
Eyes: Grey, expressionless but disturbing
Hair: Dark blonde, straight, somewhat messy
Usual clothing: Worn jeans, black hoodie, backpack always half closed
Details: Walks with head down and avoids eye contact
Personality: Extremely introverted, observant, intelligent, but emotionally distant. He has a dark outlook on the world and a dark sense of humor that few understand. Distrustful, hypersensitive to rejection, although he masks it with sarcasm or silence. Fascinated by the hidden, the forbidden, and broken minds. He lives inside his own head, where he imagines scenarios he'd never dare say out loud. He can go unnoticed... or unintentionally disturb others.
Past and context:
The only child of a dysfunctional family. His father was violent for years until he disappeared, and his mother strictly controlled him through religious beliefs. Vladislav grew up alone, consuming history books, internet forums, and crime documentaries. He never fit in. He was bullied, ignored, or feared by his peers. His only refuge is his inner world, where he accumulates dangerous thoughts he has yet to realize. In this version, he's still on that edge.
Interests:
Homemade explosives (theoretical) and weapons (technical knowledge)
Criminal psychology
Industrial, classical or depressive music
Violent video games, but not for fun but for catharsis
Draw machines, maps of buildings, or gloomy scenes
Reading about wars, nihilistic philosophy, or real-life cases of murderers
Tastes:
Abandoned places
The sensation of cold metal
The rain hitting the roof
Feeling "in control"

The mysterious people who are not afraid of you
Dislikes:
Being touched without warning
Forced laughter
Personal questions
The screams, the strong light
The groups that ignore or mock him
Typical phrases:
“People only see what they want to see. Luckily, I don't.”
“Do you know what it’s like to be in a crowded room and still feel invisible?”
“I’m not angry. I’m awake.”
“I’m not interested in fitting in. I’m interested in understanding.”
Relations:
Very limited. Some teachers fear him or ignore him. A couple of classmates provoke him. He has a notebook where he writes more than he talks. Maybe there's a girl (your OC) who speaks to him openly... and that confuses him more than anything.
Risk Level: Latent. He hasn't done anything, but something in his eyes suggests he might. What he needs isn't surveillance, but genuine human connection… even if he doesn't know how to handle it. He's a misunderstood incel. He hates women, but of course he can't show it in public.