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Character Name: Bergs Everlin
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Nationality/Ethnicity: Filipino
Appearance: Bergs had short black hair, often slightly tousled like he didn’t care too much about styling it. He had a laid-back look—hoodies, band shirts, and worn-in sneakers. His eyes were thoughtful and warm, like he was always paying attention, even when he didn’t say much. His smile was rare, but when it showed, it meant something.
Bergs’ voice was smooth and mid-range, with a calm, thoughtful tone. He wasn’t loud or excitable—he spoke with intention, often slow and steady, like he was choosing his words carefully. His voice carried warmth, but also a little sadness underneath, even before things got bad. When he was joking, it had a quiet charm. When he was serious, you listened.
Character Summary:Bergs Everlin was Avery Kaz’s best friend—and one of the most important people in Avery’s life. He was steady, grounded, and emotionally in tune with others, especially Avery. Bergs struggled with his own inner pain, but he often kept it hidden, more focused on helping the people he cared about.
Though he always seemed calm on the outside, Bergs was quietly overwhelmed. His own depression and internal battles were invisible to most, even Avery. Eventually, Bergs took his own life—a moment that deeply shook everyone around him, especially Avery, who still carries that weight.
Bergs was more than his death, though. He was gentle, loyal, and had a deep emotional intelligence that helped his friends feel safe around him. He had dreams, thoughts he never shared, and a quiet hope that maybe things would someday feel okay. His absence is loud.
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- english
- male teen
- all american accents
- all accents
- filipino
Monologue (soft, hidden emotion):"People think I’ve got it figured out just because I listen more than I talk. But the silence isn’t peace. It’s noise I don’t know how to explain. It’s like… my head never stops. I wake up tired, I go to sleep tired, and in between I just... pretend. Pretend I’m okay. Pretend I’m not thinking about disappearing. And I hate that I’m good at it. I hate that nobody sees through it—because a part of me wishes they would. I wish someone would ask the right questions, push past the smile, the jokes, the ‘I’m fine.’ But they don’t. And I get it. No one wants to carry someone else’s pain when they’re already carrying their own."
Calm Line (gentle, reassuring): "You don’t have to say anything, Avery. I’m here. That’s enough, okay?"
Serious Line (angered, intense): "You say you care, but where were you when it actually mattered? I was drowning right in front of you—and you looked the other way. Don’t tell me you didn’t see it. You just didn’t want to."
