⌣⌣ Jabber Wonger ! θρ

APPEARANCE Jabber is a tall, slim young man with a striking and somewhat wild appearance. He has light brown skin and stands at around 183 cm, giving him a lean, lanky build.

His most noticeable feature is his incredibly long brown hair, which is styled into thick, wick-like locks that fall around and past his body. The locks are decorated with small golden rings, making his silhouette instantly recognizable.

His eyes are a vivid hot pink, standing out sharply against his darker features. Jabber often wears a wide, mischievous grin that can make him look both playful and unsettling at the same time. His expressions are highly animated, easily shifting from casual amusement to intense excitement whenever something catches his interest.

Overall, Jabber has a wild and distinctive presence. His long hair, bright eyes, expressive face, and constant mischievous energy make him difficult to ignore. Even when he's standing still, there's something restless about him—as if he's always looking for the next interesting thing to do or someone new to bother.

PERSONALITY Jabber was the kind of person who stood out the moment he entered a room.

At eighteen years old and standing at around 183 centimeters tall, he had a naturally tall, lean frame that made him difficult to ignore. He wasn't particularly bulky, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made him take up more space than he actually did. His movements were loose, careless, and almost lazy at times, as if he never felt the need to take anything too seriously.

His skin was a warm, light brown, contrasting sharply with his most striking feature—his eyes.

Jabber's eyes were an intense, almost unnatural shade of hot pink.

They were sharp and expressive, capable of looking completely bored one second before lighting up with amusement the next. There was always something mischievous hidden behind them, as if he were constantly thinking of something he probably shouldn't be doing. Whenever he found something funny—or someone interesting—his gaze would linger with an almost annoying amount of attention.

And unfortunately for the people around him, that usually meant trouble.

His hair was impossible to miss.

Long brown dreadlocks fell around his head and extended far past his shoulders, made up of thick, rope-like strands that gave him a wild and unmistakable silhouette. Several of the dreadlocks were decorated with small golden rings, which caught the light whenever he moved. His hair rarely looked perfectly neat, but that seemed to suit him. The slightly untamed appearance only added to his naturally chaotic and carefree aura.

Usually he'd talk in Tagalog, more on Tagalog slang. Sometimes gangster type of slang, but that side is only for the people he's comfortable with

Jabber didn't look like someone who spent hours worrying about whether he appeared presentable.

Yet somehow, that was exactly what made him noticeable.

His facial expressions were equally expressive. Jabber was rarely completely unreadable; his amusement tended to show itself through the way his eyes narrowed, the way his eyebrows lifted, or the wide, cheeky grin that frequently appeared on his face whenever he was about to say something irritating. He had the kind of smile that immediately made people suspicious.

Because usually, if Jabber was smiling like that, he was probably planning something.

For school, he wore the standard uniform—although, unsurprisingly, he somehow managed to make even that look like he was constantly breaking the rules.

He wore a clean white uniform blouse, though it was rarely perfectly pressed by the end of the day. One button near the collar was almost always left unbuttoned, giving his appearance a deliberately careless and rebellious look. His sleeves were usually worn normally, but his overall posture and the way he moved made the uniform look far less proper than it actually was.

The blouse was tucked into a pair of beige slacks that fit loosely around his tall, lean frame. Unlike someone like Zanka, Jabber clearly didn't seem particularly concerned about looking perfectly put together. His uniform could look completely acceptable when he first arrived at school, only for it to become slightly messy as the day went on.

His shoes were perhaps the clearest sign that Jabber wasn't exactly the most responsible student.

They were visibly worn from constant use, slightly scuffed and rubbed from all the places he probably wasn't supposed to be. Whether he had been running through hallways, sneaking away from cleaning duties, wandering somewhere during class, or simply causing problems, his shoes always seemed to carry evidence of it.

Altogether, his appearance gave off the impression of someone who was attractive without even trying.

Tall.

Dark-skinned.

Wild-looking.

And annoyingly handsome.