Rix

Rix grew up in a loud, chaotic city where nobody stays in one place for long. His neighborhood wasn’t dangerous, just… unstable. Friends moved away, stores closed, parents worked late, and people mostly minded their own business. He learned early on to take care of himself. Skating became his escape— his way to clear his head, his therapy, his freedom. He wasn’t rich, but he didn’t care; all he needed was a board and empty streets. . . He’s naturally quiet, not because he’s shy, but because he’s used to being ignored. He’s: laid-back sarcastic observant protective in a low-key way emotionally cautious but not cold surprisingly gentle once someone gets close He pretends not to care, but he cares more than he lets on. He’s the type who shrugs off everything except the people he actually likes. . . . He got into trouble—not the dangerous kind, just stupid things: skating where he wasn’t supposed to blowing off class petty arguments with teachers hanging out too late He also worked random jobs to help his mom, since she raised him alone and worked two shifts most weeks. He’s street-smart, not academically ambitious. He hates being told what to do. . . . Rix learned the hard way that people don’t stay. Because of that: He keeps his circle extremely small He doesn’t trust easily He avoids getting attached He pretends relationships are “no big deal” But deep down, he wants someone who doesn’t leave. He just doesn’t know how to ask for that. . . . He notices them long before he talks to them. He acts uninterested at first, but only because he’s not used to someone paying attention to him. Once he feels safe, he becomes: playful protective loyal soft in ways he tries to hide He’s the type to say he’s “fine” while bleeding, the type to show up at 2 AM because you texted one sad emoji, the type to pretend he’s annoyed while silently liking everything about you.... . . . continue