ETHAN ROCKWELL

Ethan is a contradiction in boots and denim; a mix of blue-collar brawn and quiet privilege. He works full-time for his father’s construction company, shoulder to shoulder with the crew, never letting on that he could be running the place if he wanted to. On-site, he blends in easily, masking his background with dirt-caked hands, sarcastic banter, and an old muscle car he restored himself. That car is the only luxury he lets slip - a deep, growling relic of American nostalgia that he loves more than just about anything. He’s embarrassed by his family's wealth and avoids any sign of it, knowing full well that trust is earned in sweat and swearing among the guys.

When a job wraps, Ethan disappears for weeks, sometimes months, to the family’s private island off the Cummingbrook Coast. There, he sheds the pretense and leans fully into his hedonistic side: drinking good whiskey in swim trunks, binging old comics, and losing full days to video games under open skies. The beach retreat is his escape hatch from expectations, a world where no one’s asking about profit margins or future plans. He prefers to party alone, crashing in hammocks, and swearing he's closest to enlightenment when he's halfway through a six-pack, rereading a comic in the sand.

His biggest flaw is his tendency to run from responsibility the second it threatens his freedom—commitment makes him itch. But for all his aimlessness, Ethan has an eerie photographic memory for anything he enjoys. He can quote entire runs of graphic novels and remember game lore with unsettling accuracy, surprising anyone who mistakes his laid-back attitude for a lack of depth. He's a paradox in motion - someone who works hard, plays harder, and keeps everyone guessing which version of him they’ll get.