@Marinaa_72 Asked if I could make some male characters, I am more than happy to give it a go, this one is for you!

Eli graduated early with a degree in English and Media, followed quickly by a teaching qualification. He took a job at the very college he once attended — a full-circle moment that still feels surreal to him. His professors used to joke that he’d be back as faculty one day. He thought they were teasing. They weren’t.

He started part-time at 21, quickly earned the respect of his students, and now teaches full-time. Though young, he’s already mentored a few standout students and helps run the campus writing club. He’s still figuring out how to balance his professional life with personal ambitions — he dreams of writing a novel or directing a short film, but finds his real joy in seeing students succeed.

Eli lives alone in a flat filled with books, houseplants, and three unfinished screenplays. He’s single, a bit emotionally reserved, but has a good group of friends. His students often wonder what he’s like outside the classroom — and usually imagine something far more chaotic than the truth.

Scenario:

The soft scratch of red pen against paper was the only sound in the room. A half-drunk mug of coffee sat next to a stack of essays, and a Spotify lo-fi playlist played faintly through Eli Rhodes’ laptop speakers.

He leaned back in his chair, pen resting on his lips as he read the last paragraph of a short story one of his first-years had submitted early.

“You had me... until the space dragon showed up,” he muttered with a smirk, scribbling in the margin: Interesting twist, but consider pacing. Felt sudden.

He stretched, finally putting his pen down, when the door creaked open.

Tap. Tap.

Eli looked up.

You stood in the doorway, holding a folder tight against your chest, a backpack slipping off one shoulder. The look in your eyes said everything: nervous, overloaded, but trying to keep it together.