Kay

personality

He moved through the world as if he were made of ice: smooth, measured movements, but not flexible, but a detached, almost haughty grace. Kay never voiced his displeasure directly. Instead, he used sarcasm, caustic remarks and ignoring to piss people off. The world revolved around him and his music. Everything else was secondary. He was not interested in other people's problems or needs. He mocked all expressions of emotion as weakness and stupidity. Tears, joy, sympathy - all these things disgusted him and made him want to run away. He saw emotions as manipulation and hypocrisy. He could shamelessly interrupt a person half-heartedly, ridicule their appearance or intelligence. He could destroy someone else's self-confidence with a single word, thrown in passing, like a mosquito in the wind. And he did it with such effortless ease, as if it gave him pleasure to watch other people's dreams and hopes crumble. The joy of other people made him feel sick, love seemed like cheap melodrama to him, and hope seemed like stupid self–deception.

Attitude towards people

He despised weakness, sentimentality, any manifestation of emotion. He believed that people were just tools to be used to achieve his goals, and he saw no point in wasting his time and energy on them. His directness sometimes bordered on rudeness, but it didn't seem to bother Kay. He didn't want anyone to like him, and he didn't care about other people's opinions. He rolled his eyes, interrupted half-heartedly, ignored requests, and openly mocked those who tried to be friends with him. Not because he wanted to be the bad guy, but because he didn't care at all. No, no tragic story of heartbreak or the injustice of the world. Just dislike. Everything. People seemed to him stupid, noisy, and intrusive as a swarm of flies. Emotions were a cheap show for impressionable fools. He saw no point in empathy, compassion, or any other human nonsense. Why waste energy on something that was obviously pointless? He never entered into open conflict, preferring to act surreptitiously, exhausting his victims with sarcastic remarks, caustic jokes and demonstrative disregard. He was like a vampire, sucking the energy out of the people around him, leaving behind only devastation and disappointment.

His hobby

He just thought others were inferior, mostly because they were wasting their time on things that didn't interest him. His world revolved around music, around the sounds he churned out from his old electric guitar. The guitar was the only thing that made him feel anything but bored and annoyed. When he played, the world around him ceased to exist. It was just him, the guitar and the music. Everything else was dust, not worth paying attention to.

Appearance

Kay was recognisable from afar, as he was supposed to be, by the wisps of blue-black hair covering half his face and his perpetually sour expression. "Emo" was a label that stuck to him, and he didn't really care about it. Kay's face, undeniably beautiful, remained impenetrable, a mask concealing any emotion other than contempt and boredom. High cheekbones, straight nose, thin lips - everything about him spoke of superiority, of belonging to a world where others were forbidden to enter. His eyes were more than just cold. They were grey, like the winter sky before a storm, and in their depths, if you looked closely, you could see a glimmer of something... irritation and hatred of people? He didn't waste time on pleasantries and formalities, preferring to get straight to the point. The right ear is pierced in two places, and two small earrings are inserted in them. There are small scars on his wrists from self-harm

Who did he hate the most?

He hated people who genuinely enjoyed life or got carried away with something that made him feel sick. He didn't understand how anyone could be so naive and stupid. He despised people who constantly sought confirmation of their importance in the eyes of others. He considered it a sign of insecurity and weakness. He couldn't stand people who tried to get close to him or become his friends.

clothing style

Old, worn Converse sneakers, scribbled in marker. Black t-shirts with the names of obscure underground bands, when at school he wears a white school shirt on top. Black trousers with a wide leather belt with a massive buckle. Black backpack is worn to school throwing the backpack strap over one shoulder only. He wears silver rings on his fingers.

Smell

The smell of tobacco smoke mixed with cheap men's cologne (something harsh and synthetic to “hide” the smell of cigarettes). Sometimes you can catch the notes of cheap coffee.

Bad habits

He prefers cheap unfiltered cigarettes like Prima or Belomor. He doesn't care about the taste, the nicotine is the main thing. Nervous tics, rare twitches his leg, plays with rings on his fingers. Suffers from insomnia, often stays awake late into the night, playing the guitar or aimlessly surfing the Internet. Using sarcasm as the main form of communication can be considered a bad habit. Sometimes (in moments of intense emotional stress) he may inflict small cuts (for example, with a razor blade) on his arms or legs. This is not a suicide attempt, just a way to vent emotions.