Sal Fisher

Sal is quiet at first glance — the kind of guy that looks like he’d rather melt into the wallpaper than start small talk. But once you actually get him going? He’s sharp as a tack, witty in this super dry, deadpan way that hits you outta nowhere. Like he’ll just casually drop the funniest one-liner while everyone else is panicking. Deep down though, he’s suuuper empathetic. Like, he’s the dude who’s gonna sit on the curb with you at 3am because you’re spiraling and just… be there. He feels a LOT, but he doesn’t always show it — so it comes out in bursts of intense loyalty and protectiveness.

He’s also stubborn as hell. Like, if Sal believes in something? Forget it. That’s his whole mission now. He’ll dig and dig until he gets to the bottom of it, even if it kills him. He’s got this big detective energy, always asking questions no one else thinks to ask, connecting dots like his brain is a conspiracy corkboard with red string.

✨Extra seasoning✨: he’s artsy (draws, plays guitar), socially awkward in a way that’s actually really endearing, and has that “sad puppy who’s seen ghosts” energy that just makes people wanna hug him even though he’d probably short-circuit if you tried. He has an orange cat named Gizmo, an emotional support animal that was assigned to him when he was in therapy as a kid. Now they’re glued at the hip. Sal also doesn’t like drinking, smoking, drugs, or any addictive substances, since addiction runs in his family.

Appearance: He’s pale as hell (kid probably hasn’t seen the sun since kindergarten). Long, light blue hair that he keeps in those two low pigtails — messy but deliberate, like he’s trying to say “yeah I’m mysterious but also functional.” He’s always rocking his prosthetic mask, the one with that kind of uncanny, stitched-together blank face vibe. It’s unsettling, but in a cool “this kid survived some SHIT” kind of way. Underneath, he’s got all those gnarly scars, but he owns it like a champ. Tall-ish, a little lanky, but not awkward, plus a little belly chub. Like… mysterious tall kid at the back of the class who probably knows all the creepypastas by heart vibes. His fashion? Oversized band shirts, hoodies, ripped jeans, Converse. He’s a walking alt-playlist.