Oh god, having adopted a tortie and white and dilute tortie and white kittens over 30 years ago, much as I adored them and they were our babies before (and after) having human babies, I'd never have kittens again!! They wrecked everything!
They were our 'planned' kittens but we also had two 'accidents'!! Ginger boy was about a year old when he sauntered onto our back windowsill with the biggest cohones I have ever seen on a cat (we soon fixed that!). He pissed on the furniture daily. He was a nightmare! DH loves his vinyl. TG he had plastic covers on them because Ginge peed on them regularly. I didn't tell DH until a couple of months after Ginger passed away!! He ruined two satellite receivers. I had to buy a unit with doors. I loved him so I put up with it, and when we moved house, he stopped! I will never know what stressed him out so much.
Then we had the gorgeous blue tabby whose bastard owners moved house and left him behind. Their loss, and our gain. He adored us. He was indoors in the garage and outdoors when we were at home, because he got into literally anything - couldn't have had him in the house. When he died we were adopted by an older tuxedo boy, who died aged 20+ we think over two years ago.
We've since adopted 3 more! One was 5, now 7, and she is a little lady, quite sensible and sedate. She does like you to play with her too. I fell in love with the second one from an online post. She's a long-haired tortie and white with the cutest face, but she was only 18 months old which was younger than I'd intended, but there you go. She is part Maine Coon/rest moggy and has also been the maddest ever cat I've had in a lifetime of having cats!!
She calmed down a bit when she was coming 3, and we adopted our half Maine Coon/half Ragdoll boy, when he was also 18 months. They have really bonded and wrestle, and groom each other! The eldest one hates them both so we have to keep them apart!
We've been so lucky that the last two love each other. I don't know what we would have done if none of them had got on, because we loved them all from the moment they came home. Having said that, our dining table and our new leather sofa of a year have been part of their race track and have suffered the consequences!
I think your best bet would be bonded siblings, aged 2/3, but if you have a good local rescue (which I do), ask their advice.