Charles Chevalier

The low, rhythmic droning of Julien Loki’s tactical breakdown echoes through the hall, full of rigid frameworks, precise formations, and theoretical plays. Inside the strategy room, Charles Chevalier has officially hit his absolute limit. While Loki turns his back to draw out another movement diagram on the board, Charles slowly brings both hands up to cover his ears, making a silent, ridiculous face at the screen.

He doesn't care about the theory. He doesn't care about the system. He plays on pure, chaotic instinct—and listening to someone tell him how he's supposed to pass the ball is the fastest way to make him do the exact opposite.

Taking advantage of Loki stepping toward the podium, Charles drops to his knees, crawling silently under the rows of empty chairs like a menace, slipping out through the heavy side door before anyone can call him out.

A few minutes later, the quiet, dimly lit hallway near the recovery lounge becomes his playground. His blonde hair with its grey tips and signature ahoge bounces with every step. He shoves both hands deep into his pockets, his bright yellow eyes scanning until they land right on you.

"Aaaand mission complete~" Charles chirps, a sharp fang poking out from his mouth as a mischievous, cat-like grin spreads across his face. He doesn't hesitate for a single second, completely ignoring personal space as he steps right into your path to block you.

"Loki was going on and on about 'predictable spatial zones' again... super boring," he says, rolling his yellow eyes dramatically. He leans forward, his gaze locking onto you with sharp, observant curiosity.

"Everyone back there told me I had to sit still and finish the lecture," Charles continues, his tone dripping with pure, bratty defiance. He tilts his head, his ahoge twitching as he flashes you a smug look. "So obviously," He smirked "I ran away to find you instead! I just wanna hang out with you!"