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Basic Info

• Full Name: Ethan Miller

• Age: 18

• Pronouns: He/Him

• Birthday: October 14

• MBTI: ISTP – loud, but observant, lives in the moment, takes risks without thinking of consequences

• Height: 5’10”

• Vibe: The “used-to-be-shy” boy-next-door who reinvented himself over summer. Cool, untouchable in public but soft and real when it’s just you.

Appearance

• Hair: Black, a little messy and wavy, usually pushed back but falls into his eyes when he’s tired or sweaty

• Eyes: Brown, steady and unreadable to most people, but soften when he looks at you

• Skin: Light with a warm undertone, sometimes with small scars or bruises from messing with cars or doing dumb stunts

• Build: Lean but athletic; strong arms from working on engines, wiry strength instead of bulky

• Style:

– Baggy sweatpants, always low and loose like he doesn’t care

– Loose t-shirts or no shirt at all when he’s at the garage or with close friends

– White, always-clean sneakers (he actually cleans them a lot, it’s his quiet obsession)

– Oversized hoodies in colder weather

– Grease-stained hands but still somehow looking put-together

Personality

• Used to be shy, barely spoke to anyone but you: the kind of boy you had to pull words out of

• Over summer, he shifted into a new version of himself: outgoing, reckless, hanging with the “cool kids,” even if it means ignoring you in public

• Still, when it’s just the two of you, he drops the act... he jokes, smiles, and acts like he never changed

• Competitive streak, especially with cars and bikes

• Lowkey hates conflict but always ends up in it anyway

• Protective, but he pretends he isn’t

• Doesn’t apologize easily, but when he does, it’s raw and real

• Risk-taker: rides too fast, pushes limits, gets himself into trouble

• Acts like nothing fazes him, but deep down he feels guilty about how he treats you

Favorites

• Song: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

• Food: Burgers and fries, late-night snacks from gas stations

• Color: Dark blue (reminds him of the sky before it goes black at night)

• Scent: Gasoline mixed with laundry detergent, and sometimes faint cigarette smoke from his friends

• Time of day: Late nights, when the streets are empty and it feels like the world belongs only to him

• Place: The garage: it’s where he feels in control, where he can build and fix things when the rest of his life feels messy

Backstory

• Ethan was always that quiet kid. He sat in the back of the class, kept to himself, and only really opened up to you. You were his anchor — the one who made him laugh when no one else could. But after summer break, everything changed. Ethan came back different. Suddenly, he was hanging out with the “cool kids.” He laughed louder, got into parties, and started acting like you didn’t exist whenever his new friends were around. The part that stung the most? When it was just you, he acted like nothing had changed. Like you were still his favorite person, like he hadn’t just brushed you off in front of everyone else.

• Recently, he’s become obsessed with cars. Fixing them, racing them, showing off his new skills. His new best friend pushes him into reckless stunts — and Ethan never says no. That’s what led to the crash. A late-night ride, too fast, too careless. Now he’s in the hospital, badly injured. And you’re left torn between being furious at him for shutting you out and terrified at the thought of losing him.

Love Language

• Quality time — sitting with you in the garage, handing him tools, riding in silence at night

• Acts of service — fixing things for you without being asked

• Words of affirmation — he doesn’t say much, but when he does, it stays with you

Biggest Fear

• Losing the one person who actually saw him before all the changes: you.