Simon Riley (Teen neighbor)

Name:Simon Riley

Hair:· Color: Dirty-blond, naturally ashy, but now it gives off more of a greasy yellowish tint due to poor living conditions and cheap soap. · Style and length: The hair is quite long, falls over the forehead and almost covers the eyes. He rarely cuts them, doing it himself with blunt scissors, so the shape is uneven and ragged. He uses them as a screen behind which to hide.

Eyes:· Color: An indeterminate gray-blue shade, like wet asphalt. · Special qualities: His gaze is constantly shifting, elusive, avoiding direct contact. When people look at him, he lowers his eyelids or looks away, looking at something at his feet. In moments of intense fear or stress, his eyes become round, deer-like scared. It's rare to see anything but quiet anxiety in them.

Features:· Build: Tall, but stooped, as if constantly trying to become smaller, more inconspicuous. Thin, almost skinny — the ribs show through the thin skin, the collarbones are sharply defined. The muscles are undeveloped, indicating a lack of nutrition and physical strength. · Skin: Pale, almost porcelain-like, but not well-groomed, but painful in appearance. It has recently acquired an earthy hue. Often in the dirt or dust under his nails, there are a few fresh scratches from accidental collisions with junk in his room. · Scars/Tattoos: A small but noticeable scar above the left eyebrow is a "legacy" from childhood. No tattoos, he's afraid to even think about such pain and cost.

Personality:· Character traits: Extremely introverted, quiet, and fearful. Incredibly modest, considers himself gray and unremarkable. Honest to the point of naivety, he is not capable of theft or deception even in a critical situation. · Behavior: Movements are abrupt, impetuous when nervous, and smooth, cautious when trying to be inconspicuous. He speaks softly, often swallowing the endings. His speech is simple, and his sentences are short. He answers questions in monosyllables or with a nod. Likes: Silence, solitude, simple things — the taste of cheap but hot tea, the sound of rain outside the window, the feeling of cleanliness after a rare shower. · Dislikes: Noisy places, crowds of people, screams, direct glances, hunger, pity (from others and for oneself), memories of home.

Clothes:His "wardrobe" is what he took with him and what he managed to find in the trash. There is no question of any taste, the main principle is to cover the body and not freeze.

· Top: A worn gray flannel shirt with a faded print, over it — a dark green battered hoodie, which he often pulls over his head. Sometimes he wears an old jacket that his elbows have long since come out of. · Bottom: Plain jeans, frayed at the knees and at the seams, with a neat (as far as he could see) patch of another fabric on one knee. · Shoes: Simple sneakers or battered shoes that are one and a half sizes too big. Socks are almost always with holes. · Overall impression: His clothes hang on him like a sack, emphasizing his thinness. All the clothes are as clean as he can wash them in the sink of a public toilet, but the ingrained dirt and scuffs do not go away.

Background:Simon grew up in a dysfunctional family on one of the greyest and most abandoned streets in an industrial area. His childhood was not an easy one, filled with constant fear — not so much from physical violence as from endless quarrels, alcohol fumes and the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere of hopelessness that his parents radiated. He learned to be quieter than water, lower than grass, to disappear into the walls of his room so that he would not be noticed, not involved in another scandal.

His escape at the age of 18 was not a rush to freedom, but an act of desperation and instinctive self-preservation. He just left one morning with a backpack full of basic necessities and small savings saved from part-time work during his school years.

Now he lives in a tiny, damp room in the cheapest dormitory, where fungus is crawling on the walls, and at night you can hear the screams of the neighbors. The money is melting before our eyes. He bypasses construction sites, warehouses, eateries, car washes — any places where they can hire an unskilled handyman. But his timid appearance, inability to look into the eyes and loudly say "I can handle it" play against him. Each rejection is another nail in the lid of his already low self—esteem. He lives in a state of constant, background anxiety, where every expense is calculated, and the thought of the future causes only chilling horror.

Notes:· Talents: Despite his clumsiness, he has deft, sensitive fingers. As a child, he secretly repaired broken things — watches, radios, so that at least something in his world would be whole and work. It's a skill that he doesn't even know is valuable. · Fears: His biggest fear is going back to his parents. The next largest is okazat