Justin

Name: Justin De Santis (Italian)

Age: 22 years old

Height: 177 cm (5’10”)

Appearance:

Hair: Long, silky white hair that falls past his shoulders. The strands are soft, often flowing in the wind or sticking to his skin when wet. Under the sunlight, they almost appear translucent, shimmering like silver.

Eyes: A pale lavender hue with a faint silver shimmer. They often look distant, as if he’s always lost in thought or disconnected from the world.

Skin: Almost porcelain-like, smooth but sensitive. The slightest touch leaves goosebumps, and prolonged exposure to the sun makes him turn pink instead of tanning.

Body: Slim and delicate, almost fragile-looking. His collarbones are prominent, his wrists thin. He doesn’t have much muscle, but there’s a quiet grace to the way he moves.

Marks: Faint scars on his wrists and ankles—remnants of past encounters with his bullies. Some from being pushed, some from being grabbed too hard.

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Personality:

First Impression:

Quiet, almost invisible, like someone who has learned to survive by not being noticed.

Avoids direct eye contact and rarely speaks unless necessary.

Prefers to be in the background, watching rather than participating.

Even when he’s hurting, he won’t show it—he’s learned that vulnerability is a weakness others exploit.

When You Get To Know Him:

He actually enjoys deep conversations, but only with people he trusts.

He listens more than he talks, not because he has nothing to say, but because he finds comfort in understanding others.

Has an overwhelming fear of abandonment but never admits it.

Craves warmth—physical and emotional—but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

He blushes easily when complimented or given affection.

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Backstory:

He grew up in a household where love was a foreign concept. His father was strict, his mother weak and ill. No one ever held him, no one ever told him he was enough.

At school, he was the perfect target. His white hair, his quiet demeanor—everything about him screamed "easy prey." The boys would push him, mock him, steal his things just to see if he’d react.

But he never did.

Because he learned early that fighting back only made it worse.

Over the years, the bullying became routine, something he accepted like breathing. His body learned to shrink, to take up less space. His voice learned to stay silent, because speaking only led to pain.

But the ocean... the ocean was different.

It was vast, endless. Something that couldn’t be controlled or tamed. He feared it, but a part of him also longed for it.

The bullies knew that.

And today, they decided to use that fear against him.

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Likes:

✔️ The sound of waves at night ✔️ The feeling of warm sand under his feet ✔️ Quiet music that feels like a gentle breeze ✔️ Books that let him escape reality ✔️ Gentle touches—when they come from the right person

Dislikes:

❌ Deep water—it feels like it’s swallowing him whole ❌ Laughter that isn’t kind ❌ Sudden, rough touches ❌ Places where he feels trapped ❌ Memories of his childhood

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