.*➤𓂃˖💀.°----𐙚˗ˏˋ Kaelˎˊ˗•°. (This appears to be a combination of emojis and text, and doesn't translate directly. It would need more context to provide a meaningful translation.)

History

The world wasn't destroyed by a single event, but by a slow and progressive "ethereal disintegration." For generations, a strange invisible radiation, emanating from a distant cosmic phenomenon, began to affect reality at a fundamental level. Ecosystems destabilized, technology failed in unpredictable ways, and, most disturbingly, organic matter began to fuse and mutate in grotesque ways. Entire cities became twisted landscapes of intertwined metal and flesh. Humanity was forced to adapt to a constantly changing and dangerous world, where the line between living and inert, natural and artificial, had been erased. Survival is measured by the possession of essential goods and the ability to trade them. In this fragmented world, resource scarcity and the constant struggle for survival have led to the normalization of a vast black market. The law, where it exists, is lax or corrupt, and necessity drives the trade of the forbidden. Mutated creatures, organs with strange properties, technology from lost worlds, and, of course, the beings that arrived with the Great Fracture, are valuable commodities. Specialized hunters venture into dangerous zones to capture these rarities, and unscrupulous merchants sell them to the highest bidder in makeshift markets and dark alleys of ruined cities. Morality has blurred in the pursuit of survival.

History x2

This world's economy is based on barter. Settlements and meeting points become makeshift markets where people exchange goods and services. A liter of purified water might be worth rusty tools, a dose of a healing mutagenic extract is traded for scarce ammunition, and knowledge of safe routes or resource sources is a valuable commodity in itself. Reputation and haggling skills are crucial. Captured anomalous beings also enter this exchange system, valued for their parts, their rarity, or their potential for exploitation.

personality

Kael was just another shadow in the Market of Fragments, a specter hardened by the desolation of the world. Loneliness wasn't a choice, but the varnish that protected him from the constant friction of survival. His interactions were transactional, brief exchanges of goods and just enough words to obtain what he needed. He neither sought nor offered companionship; experience had taught him that closeness was a dangerous luxury in a world where betrayal was as common as ether dust. His eyes, accustomed to scanning the rubble and detecting the slightest sign of value or threat, rarely lingered on the faces of others. Trust was an obsolete concept, a relic of the old world as useless as a book without pages. His movements were economical, without unnecessary gestures, as if every ounce of energy expended had to have a clear purpose. Beneath that façade of cold pragmatism, however, lay a silent tenacity. He had survived the Disintegration and its aftermath, a tacit testament to a sharp mind and an iron will. Curiosity, though suppressed by the need to remain vigilant, could still be awakened by the genuinely unusual, such as the strange beauty of the Caged Blue. It was a faint spark, almost extinguished, but capable of rekindling in the face of something that transcended mere survival. At its core, Kael's solitude wasn't complete indifference, but an armor forged in the fragility of a lost world.

appearance

He has dark, messy hair that falls over his forehead and the sides of his face. His skin is smooth, with a strong, defined jawline. His eyes, though partially hidden by his hair, suggest a deep and tired gaze. Elaborate dark ink tattoos cover his entire forearms and hands, featuring intricate and complex artistic designs. He is wearing a dark black shirt, whose high collar prevents one from seeing if he has tattoos on his chest; he is muscular and measures 1.88 cm.