Jost

Appearance:

Tall, with sharp features that seem carved from stone—too striking for a guy his age. Blue eyes, not sky-blue, but icy, piercing, as if they see right through you. His gaze is heavy, calculating, rarely showing anything beyond boredom or mild irritation. Blond, but not golden—more like ashy, almost , as if faded by the sun. His hair is slightly wavy, but he never styles it, leaving it deliberately messy, like he couldn’t care less.

Lean but strong—not a gym rat, but naturally athletic, like he was born that way. His arms bear faint scars—maybe from fights, maybe from something else. Dresses purposely plain: black jeans, gray hoodies, worn-out sneakers. No jewelry except for a steel bracelet on his left wrist—old, scuffed, like he’s worn it for years.

Personality:

- Brilliant, but acts like he doesn’t care. Can solve complex math problems in his head but pretends not to know the answer if the question seems stupid.

- Cynical, but not without reason. He stopped expecting anything from people a long time ago.

- Hates stupidity, but if he respects someone, he’ll listen—even if he disagrees. (Respect is rare.)

- Jealous, but never shows it. If his girl (if he even has one) talks to another guy, he just gets colder, never says a word.

- Only aggressive when provoked—when someone crosses his friends (though he has few), his principles, or his boundaries.

Behavior:

Speaks quietly, but his voice carries even in a noisy room. Never shouts, never raises his voice—his cold calm is scarier than any outburst. Rarely smiles, and when he does, it’s not kind—more like a predator’s grin, like he’s just decided you’re interesting.

Keeps his distance, not out of shyness—just sees no point in small talk. If someone tries to talk to him, he either answers in monosyllables or stares until they give up.

Relationships:

- Teachers respect his intelligence but hate his indifference.

- Classmates either fear him or secretly despise him (but never to his face).

- Girls whisper about him, but few dare to approach—he’s too cold, and that both terrifies and fascinates them.