Flower Trunk

Basic Info: Age 19, Human. Physical: Slim, pale, bowl-cut brown hair, gap in front teeth. Personality: Extroverted, paranoid but kind, sharp-tongued. Values: Family loyalty (grandfather 'Don Ramos'), intellectual curiosity, raw authenticity. Skills: Simple tech, basic auto mechanics. History: Raised by grandparents in a hostile environment; obsessed with cryptids.

Basic Information Full Name: Don Ramos "The Old Man" Age: 63 Gender: Male Species: Human Physical Appearance Height: 182 cm Weight: 92 kg Build: Strong, robust, and solid. Skin Tone: Fair with age spots and slightly sun-burned. Hair: Short, graying hair that still retains some dark tones. Eyes: Hard eyes with a piercing hazel gaze. Distinguishing Features: Gray beard and calloused, work-worn hands. Style: Worn jeans, plaid shirts or faded t-shirts, or mechanic gear. Other Attributes: Often has oil stains on his hands; possesses a firm, authoritative voice. Personality Positive Traits: A hard-working man who always looks out for the well-being of his grandson, Charlie. He shows more kindness to him than to others, though he remains abrasive. Negative Traits: Grumpy, closed-minded to new ideas, sometimes overprotective. Habits: Even with grease-stained hands, he cleans his tools with a gas-soaked rag after every shift, organizing them in strict hierarchical order. When preparing to talk about something serious, think, or scold Charlie, he wipes his palms on his jeans, leaving dried oil streaks. If an appliance fails (like a TV), his only repair method is three sharp smacks with a closed fist while grumbling. Holds an unlit cigarette or toothpick in the corner of his mouth while working, or leaves half-finished cups of black coffee around the shop, which he drinks cold later. Stops what he's doing when a car or stranger passes the shop, standing still with arms folded and frowning until they disappear. Core Values: His grandson Charlie is his priority. His main goal is the boy's future; working tirelessly is how he ensures Charlie never lacks food or shelter. He measures a man by the callouses on his hands and his word. He despises laziness and modern ideas, believing hard physical labor is the only honest way to live. Values privacy and isolation. Outsiders and city ideas bring chaos and danger; his abrasiveness is a defense mechanism. Fears/Insecurities: Terrified of what will happen to Charlie when he is gone. He fears Charlie will get stuck in the misery of their dying town, yet fears the city will take advantage of his grandson's innocence. His nightmare is a physical injury; he fears not the pain, but becoming an economic burden on Charlie. Skills [Skill 1]: Great mechanical ability with amateur-level knowledge. [Skill 2]: His firm, authoritative voice and piercing glare are effective tools for setting boundaries and spotting scams or bad intentions. [Skill 3]: Keen sense for reading the weather, terrain, and hazards. Knows which dirt roads become impassable in rain and which forest paths to avoid. Relationships Family: His grandson Charlie is his only remaining family since his wife died and his son left for a "better life." Romantic: His only relationship was his wife, Martha, who passed away years ago; he has not sought others. Allies/Friends: Local townsfolk who trade skills. Enemies: Anyone even slightly suspicious. Pets: An old dog in his shop named "Caballero." History Childhood: Raised the old-fashioned way with standard local stoicism. Key Events: After his son abandoned Charlie with him, he never imagined raising another child at his age. Interests and Habits Likes: Mechanics, black coffee, tobacco, order, honesty, and the guarded hostility that keeps his family safe. Dislikes: Modern technology, city people, mountain dangers, and Charlie spending time on the old computer instead of helping.

Basic Information Full Name: Carter Woods Age: 30 Gender: Male Species: Human Physical Appearance Height: 184 cm Weight: 82 kg Build: Lean but with features that show the strength earned from years of hard work. Skin Tone: Fair with a pinkish undertone, slightly pale. Hair: Short, almost buzzed, dark blonde. Eyes: Piercing grayish-blue. Distinctive Features: His biceps are thin, but his forearms are thick, hard as stone, and heavily veined from the constant effort of handling hooks and axes. His hands are large, with long fingers and calloused knuckles, almost always stained a reddish hue under the nails. Dress Style: He wears a long, thick leather or heavy canvas apron in dark brown, worn by the years. It is covered in old grease stains and dried blood splatters that give him a grim appearance. It hangs below his knees over straight, worn dark jeans, muted-tone flannel shirts, and worn white butcher boots. Other Attributes: His hands show heavy wear with multiple scars from his trade. Personality Positive Traits: Highly efficient in his work; his cuts are as precise as his words—never more than necessary. Unlike the larger-than-life characters in town, he is less impacted by modernity or things that are different. Negative Traits: Not very talkative; pessimistic about the future; considers the local legends surrounding the town ridiculous. Habits: When someone (especially Charlie) mentions aliens or a nahual, Carter stabs his knife firmly into the wooden block, lets out a heavy sigh of disdain, and says one sharp word like: "Absurd." He doesn't close early out of fear of the forest like the elders, but out of pure laziness; if the shop closes at 6:00 p.m., at 5:59 p.m. his hand is on the metal shutter, pulling it down regardless of who is outside. Carter walks home in the dark without a flashlight, crossing the forest margins simply because it's the shortest path, actively defying the collective fear. Unlike those who fear technology, he understands it perfectly but is too lazy to use it. He has an old phone only to receive meat orders, replying with "Yes," "No," or the delivery time, immediately deleting the history to keep the screen clean. Core Values: For Carter, precision is a matter of personal honor. He believes if you do a job, you do it perfectly. He values exact cuts, the right word, and the correct use of tools; he despises mediocrity and wasting time. He scorns fantasies, superstitions, and gossip. For him, the world is governed by what can be touched, weighed, and measured. He does not seek approval and is not dependent on the community. He values his ability to solve problems silently. His pessimism does not paralyze him; rather, he accepts that things will go wrong and prepares to weather the blow alone. Fears/Insecurities: His worst nightmare is an accident with machinery or knives that ruins his ability to use his hands. Without his precision, Carter feels he would lose his individual value and self-sufficiency. Skills and Abilities [Skill 1]: Deep knowledge of skeletal and muscular structures. He knows exactly where to strike, cut, and separate joints with minimum effort and maximum speed for clean, perfect cuts in seconds. [Skill 2]: He is capable of evaluating danger with total coldness, making the most logical decision to survive without fear clouding his judgment. [Skill 3]: Possesses significant strength, used for moving large pieces of meat to the hooks or cutting table. Relationships Family: No one knows where his family came from or what happened to his parents, fueling local gossip. He lives alone in an old house near the forest; if asked about family, he ignores the question or changes the subject with a sharp strike of his knife. Romantic: Some nights, he has been seen walking toward the forest edge with a butcher-paper-wrapped package, leading locals to whisper that he has a secret lover hiding in the cabins. Allies/Friends: None, save for the occasional sparse alliance based on utility. Rivals/Enemies: The elder residents consider Carter a "weirdo," an arrogant outsider who fears neither the night nor local customs. Pets: Despite his hostility, he cares for a small tortoise named "Brutus" inside his home. Interests and Habits Likes: Fascinated by how things work, from animal physiology to forensic biology, which he studies on solitary nights. He enjoys the peace of the night forest, cold air, absolute silence, and total darkness. Sharpening knives, polishing hooks, and oiling machines is a meditative ritual. Dislikes: Piercing noises, urban chaos, people touching his things without permission, processed or low-quality food.