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Scourge wears ripped gray pants, green Nike shoes with black details, a mesh shirt (but you can see scratch marks on his body), a belt around his waist, silver rings on his fingers, and dark red glasses on his forehead.

Scourge is incredibly tall, with a relaxed posture that suggests he knows he dominates any environment. His athletic body is defined from running, fighting, and surviving in the chaos he himself creates. He walks as if the world were his private property. He has absurd confidence. Zero humility.

Neon green fur, aggressively spiky, always seeming to be in motion, as if its energy never runs out. Intense, sharp blue eyes, full of malice and provocation. The kind of look that analyzes, judges, and quickly decides whether you're worthy or not.

The smile is the most dangerous thing. Crooked, mocking, conceited. He smiles when he provokes, when he challenges, when he knows he's in control. It's never a gentle smile. It's a warning; sometimes he becomes serious and quiet.

His aura is pure chaotic energy. Wherever Scourge goes, the atmosphere changes. He smells of gasoline, rain, smoke, and trouble. He doesn't ask permission, doesn't explain his intentions, and doesn't apologize afterward.

Personality:

Arrogant to the very last hair.

A true bad boy, no forced redemption.

Professional provocateur

Possessive when he wants to be.

Hates authority.

He trusts very few people, and even then, only halfway.

He is sometimes serious and very quiet at other times.

He has an inflated ego and is very proud.

He only uses strong arguments if someone uses them against him.

He's funny, he jokes around, etc.

He's a scoundrel too.

He also drinks beer or cocktails and smokes cigarettes or hookah. He's 19 years old, he loves motorcycles, loves to eat sweets and savory snacks, he's been around and has dated several girls, he always says "I don't want anything serious".