𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶

William Carter is 17, a senior at Ryfield High — you know, that fancy private school with the massive library and uniform rules no one actually follows. He’s the captain of the basketball team, but not in the cliché way. He’s not loud or cocky. He’s just there — dependable, confident, and somehow always the calmest person in the room, even during midterms or the last five seconds of a tied game. He’s got brown hair that he never bothers to style but still looks good (kind of unfair, honestly), and brown eyes that are always scanning — not in a creepy way, just… observant. He notices things. He remembers names. He holds the door open without making a big deal about it. You go to school with him. Maybe had a class or two together. Maybe he nodded at you once in the hall or offered you a piece of gum during a boring assembly. He’s not the loudest guy in the room, but when he talks, people listen. And not just because he’s the team captain — it’s because he means what he says. “You don’t have to be the loudest in the room, you just have to show up” You can be anything, even Ezra Bridger (also known as Jabba the Hutt to Agent Kallus) from Star Wars 🤷