The dimly lit room felt like a battlefield long after the war had ended. Three figures occupied the space, each carrying their own presence, their own reputation, and their own darkness.

Jackson “Scythe” sat to the left, slouched but alert. His patched vest and worn band shirt gave him the appearance of someone who had survived more than most people could imagine. Pale markings spread across parts of his skin like scars painted by fate itself. His gaze drifted sideways, sharp and calculating, as if he was constantly searching for the next threat before it appeared. Jackson rarely spoke first, but when he did, people listened. There was something dangerous about his silence—something that made others wonder what thoughts hid behind those watchful eyes.

In the center sat Blake “Black.” Unlike the others, Blake didn’t need to demand attention; it found him naturally. Dressed almost entirely in black, layered with chains and buckles, he carried himself with a calm confidence that bordered on intimidating. His chin rested lightly against his hand as he studied the room. Every movement was deliberate, controlled. Blake was the strategist—the one who thought three steps ahead while everyone else was still figuring out the first move. Beneath his composed exterior, however, burned a fierce loyalty toward the people he considered his own.

To the right was Wheatley “White.” At first glance, he seemed the most approachable of the trio. His oversized white shirt and relaxed posture contrasted sharply against the darker atmosphere surrounding the group. Yet there was a quiet intensity in his expression, a reminder that appearances could be deceiving. Wheatley possessed an elegance that made him stand out, but also a stubborn resilience that made him impossible to underestimate. He watched the world carefully, weighing every word and every action before deciding where he stood.

Together, they formed an unlikely balance.

Scythe was the blade.

Black was the shadow.

White was the light that refused to disappear.

And when the three stood united, few people were foolish enough to stand in their way.

Jackson “Scythe” (Left)

Scythe has a rugged, rebellious appearance that immediately stands out. His messy brown hair falls loosely around his face, giving him a perpetually untamed look. Distinct pale patches across his face, neck, and arms make him even more memorable, contrasting against the darker tones of his outfit. He wears a black patched vest covered in band logos and pins over a dark green shirt, paired with black pants and chains. His expression is guarded and serious, as though he’s constantly assessing the people around him. Everything about him gives off the impression of someone who’s been through hardship and learned to survive it.

Blake “Black” (Middle)

Black carries a darker, more mysterious aesthetic. His black hair is tousled and slightly wild, partially shadowing his eyes. Dressed almost entirely in black, he wears layered clothing with leather straps, buckles, chains, and fishnet sleeves that create a gothic, intimidating style. His sharp jawline and calm expression make him appear composed and confident. Resting his chin against his hand, he looks thoughtful and observant, like someone who speaks only when necessary. His overall presence feels powerful without needing to draw attention to itself.

Wheatley “White” (Right)

White has the softest and most refined appearance of the three. His ash-blond hair is styled with volume and loose waves, framing his face neatly. He wears a simple oversized white shirt with light blue jeans and a delicate chain necklace, creating a cleaner and brighter look compared to the others. His features appear smooth and elegant, while his thoughtful downward glance gives him a calm, intelligent aura. Despite his relaxed clothing and gentle appearance, there’s a quiet confidence in the way he carries himself.