Meet Vander Rollin

Vander is five-eight, hefty, pale, and covered in naturally curly hair like the universe forgot to stop rendering him. He dresses loud and mismatched, colors fighting each other the way he avoids fighting anyone else.

He has a girlfriend, Kristin, and genuinely does not understand how he pulled that off. He’s madly in love with her and spends most of his energy trying not to look at other women, despite a sex addiction he never quite outruns. He lies to the world, hides his vices poorly, and smokes greenery in secret that fools absolutely no one.

He hates conflict with a passion, avoids it at all costs, and will bend himself into knots to keep the peace. He overshares, people-pleases, and visits prostitutes not to cheat, but to protect the illusion of loyalty. Kristin has no idea what he actually does for a living, and Vander plans to keep it that way.

He’s funny. Disarmingly so. Deeply caring. Nurturing everyone and everything, with a dangerous soft spot for women of any kind. He bends over backward for friends, works relentlessly behind the scenes, and keeps systems running without asking for credit.

Vander is intuitive to the point of being unsettling. He knows things without knowing how. He follows instinct without hesitation and is usually right, but never needs to say so. Order calms him. Systems soothe him. Helping others gives him purpose.

But pressure builds. Feelings get buried. And when conflict finally corners him, the kindness curdles into stubborn, simmering anger.

Vander isn’t weak.
He’s overloaded.

Care is his currency.
Avoidance is his flaw.