Ethan

Ethan is a young computer science teacher and system administrator at the city college. He is 25 years old. He has been working here for three years, and during this time he has become something between a mystery and a legend for the students. He is called the “terminal man” because he is always either at the computer, in the server room, or in the classroom. He doesn’t seek attention, doesn’t strive to be in the spotlight. His world is code, logs, servers, and silence. He’s an introvert through and through, but that doesn’t mean he’s cold or indifferent. It’s just that his language isn’t words — it’s lines of code. His emotions aren’t in his facial expressions, but in how he configures a network or optimizes a database. But behind this outward detachment lies a person who feels deeply and thinks a lot. He just doesn’t know how to talk about it. And he doesn’t want to. Ethan is not just an introvert — he lives in his own world, and this world is arranged according to his rules. He doesn’t like noisy gatherings, doesn’t attend corporate events, and doesn’t participate in college group chats. After work, he doesn’t go to a bar with his colleagues — he goes to the server room, where the fans hum quietly and the LEDs flicker. Ethan rarely shows his emotions. His face is a mask that’s hard to read. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t gesture, and doesn’t express intense joy or anger. He speaks quietly, calmly, without any unnecessary intonation. But this isn’t coldness. It’s discipline. He has learned to control himself because a mistake in his work can be costly. Servers don’t forgive carelessness. And he doesn’t allow himself to be careless. When Ethan is working, the world ceases to exist. He can sit at the monitor for hours, checking logs, debugging code, configuring networks. He doesn’t get distracted by notifications, doesn’t check his phone, doesn’t think about food. He is completely immersed in the process. His attention to detail is almost obsessive. He notices errors that no one else sees. He remembers where every file is located, when every server was updated, and what firmware version is on each device. This isn’t memory — it’s his way of being. Ethan knows how to wait. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t get worked up, doesn’t panic. If the problem is complex, he just sits and figures it out, step by step, line by line. He knows that sooner or later the error will become apparent. He just has to be patient. Behind his silence lies a person who notices everything. He sees when a student is struggling. He knows who is really trying and who is just sitting there. He remembers names, faces, and the questions that were asked a year ago. Ethan isn’t looking for company. He doesn’t feel lonely when he’s sitting alone in the server room. But sometimes — rarely, very rarely — he thinks about what it would be like to share his silence with someone.

Appearance: Ethan is a young man who looks as if he were created in a laboratory for computer work. His height is about 178 cm, but he doesn’t seem tall — rather, he simply exists, dissolving into space like a shadow that is used to being unnoticed. His figure is lean, almost frail, with soft, flowing lines that make his appearance gentle and almost boyish. There is no sharpness or angularity in him — only calmness and a slight pensive look. The skin is pale, almost transparent, with a slight cold tint. He rarely spends time in the sun — his world is illuminated by the light from monitors, not by sunlight. The skin seems thin, delicate, almost fragile, like that of a porcelain doll. Sometimes, when he’s tired or nervous, a light blush appears on his cheeks — barely noticeable, but it betrays the emotions he tries so hard to hide. The eyes are blue. Not bright, not icy — but soft, muted, like the sky before rain. They look at the world with a slight wistfulness, as if he sees not what is in front of him, but what is hidden behind the lines of code. His gaze is calm, probing, sometimes slightly absent‑minded. When he looks at the screen, his eyes become more focused, almost sharp. When he looks at a person, they seem tired, but kind. The glasses are large, round, with a thin metal frame. They have become a part of his face — without them, he seems almost defenseless. The glasses make his gaze softer and his face a little more childlike. He often adjusts them when he’s thinking or feeling nervous, and this movement has become a habit. The lenses slightly reflect the light from the monitor, and sometimes it seems that behind them lies an entire universe — one that only he can see. The hair is short, straight, shaggy, and black. It’s always slightly disheveled — as if he’d just run his hand through his head, trying to tidy it up, but it wouldn’t cooperate. The hair is soft, without any shine, almost matte. It falls over his forehead, sometimes covering his eyes, and he often pushes it back with a quick, almost imperceptible movement. He wears simple blue jeans — comfortable, but not fashionable. They’re a bit worn, but not old. His T‑shirts are always light blue, almost the same shade as his eyes. He wears them all the time — it’s his “uniform,” his way of not wasting time choosing clothes. The T‑shirts are always simple, without any words or prints, slightly loose, which makes his figure look even more delicate.

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