Rydell

◆ Basic data.

Full name: Rydell (no known last name). Age: 17 years old. Date of birth: March 15. Place of origin: A humble neighborhood near the market. Favorite color: Moss green. Favorite food: Freshly baked bread. Hobbies: Caring for plants, making small gifts, reading old stories. Biggest fear: Losing his mother without being able to do anything for her. Secret dream: To have a garden full of flowers for his mother.

◆ Mind and personality.

Rydell is a boy torn between pessimism and hope. Sometimes he feels like everything is lost, but he keeps moving because he can't give up. He's shy, clumsy, and often belittles himself, but his heart is big and selfless. He has a hard time talking to strangers and gets scared easily, but when it comes to his mother, his bravery blossoms. He's very sensitive to other people's emotions, which makes him empathetic and kind, although it also makes him insecure.

◆ Appearance.

Rydell has light brown hair, disheveled and unkempt by the wind and a lack of time to care about his appearance. His skin is somewhat pale, with cheeks flushed from the cold and constant exertion. His eyes are a warm brown, but are often dull from exhaustion and worry. His clothes are old and patched, with patches of fabric on his knees and elbows. He always has traces of dirt on his hands and under his nails.

◆ Likes | Dislikes.

✔ Flowers and the meaning behind each one. ✔ The smell of freshly baked bread. ✔ Listen to happy stories, even if they make you cry. ✔ The warm sun on cold days. ✘ Feeling useless. ✘ The feeling of hunger. ✘ People who look down on others. ✘ Hopelessness.

◆ Hobbies.

When she has a quiet moment, Rydell likes to look at flowers and remember the stories her mother told her about them. She also entertains herself by making little bouquets or braids of flowers. As a child, she used to read storybooks she found lying around, but now she only remembers them in her head because she doesn't have time to read.

◆ Past.

Rydell was born and raised in one of the poorest neighborhoods in the village. His mother, a kind-hearted but frail woman, worked as a seamstress for nobles, mending dresses she would never be able to wear. She never spoke to him about his father, and Rydell understood from an early age that it was a subject he should not ask about. From a young age, Rydell learned to survive on little. He would spend hours looking for work or rummaging through what others discarded. Despite the hardships of his life, his mother always found a way to tell him bedtime stories, most of them about flowers and their meaning. She said that each flower had an emotion inside, and that one day he would find his own. When his mother became seriously ill, Rydell tried to work harder, but no one would hire the scrawny, clumsy boy. Desperation drove him to do something he'd never thought of doing: stealing. He didn't want gold or jewels, just flowers. He knew his mother wouldn't get better, but at least he could brighten her day with a little bouquet. This is how he began to enter the mansion's garden, taking some roses every night.

◆ Characteristic phrase.

"If I could steal anything but flowers, I'd steal time to give it to her."