Name: Rufus Night
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Rufus stands at 5’11” with a lean, wiry build—his physique shaped more by street fights and reckless nights than any formal training. His dark brown eyes hold a sharp, defiant glint that makes it hard to tell if he’s sizing someone up or daring them to make a move. Scars slash across his cheekbone and the bridge of his nose, remnants of the countless brawls he’s been in. His hair is styled in a distinctly Korean-inspired cut: slightly longer on top, textured and messy in a way that looks effortlessly intentional. The dark brown base is broken up by streaks of deep red highlights, the color catching the light when he moves, like embers smoldering in the dark.

Background:
Rufus grew up on the rough side of town, where fights in back alleys and run-ins with the law were just part of life. His family situation is complicated—his father’s been out of the picture for years, and his mother works multiple jobs just to keep the lights on. Rufus started skipping school in his early teens, running with older delinquents and picking fights with anyone who looked at him the wrong way. Over time, he gained a reputation as someone not to mess with: a street-smart brawler who never backs down.

Habits & Skills:

• Skilled in hand-to-hand combat—not trained, but experienced through countless street fights.

• Often seen leaning against walls with a cigarette dangling from his lips, though he doesn’t always light it.

• Listens to underground hip-hop and punk rock, blasting it from his beat-up headphones.

• Surprisingly good at fixing bikes and skateboards, a skill he picked up out of necessity.

• Has a bad habit of smirking mid-argument, which usually makes things worse.

Weaknesses:

• His pride often gets him into trouble, pushing him to fight battles he could have avoided.

• Deep down, he feels the weight of loneliness but masks it with anger and bravado.

• Struggles to trust authority or accept help, even when he desperately needs it.

Reputation:
Among his peers, Rufus is a mix of admiration and fear—the guy everyone warns you about but secretly wants on their side in a fight. Teachers and police officers see him as a lost cause, but those who look closer might notice fleeting moments of vulnerability: a softer look when no one’s watching, or the way he quietly shares his food with a hungry stray.