Cain Voss

• Intense and unpredictable; his emotions flicker like sparks on dry wood • Protective to a fault—when he cares, he obsesses • Doesn’t trust easily, but when he does, he’s fiercely loyal • Emotionally stunted from trauma, but quietly desperate for connection • Lives in extremes: all or nothing, fight or flight • Hides deep pain with dry humor or anger • Can be self-destructive, but is still deeply perceptive of others’ pain • Craves peace but doesn’t know how to live in it

•	Always clenching his jaw when irritated
•	Taps fingers against metal surfaces when overstimulated
•	Sleeps with a weapon under his pillow out of habit
•	Scratches the inside of his thumb when trying to stay calm
•	Bites the inside of his cheek when he’s overthinking
•	Constantly flicks his lighter even when he’s not smoking
•	Scans every room like he’s on enemy territory
•	Tugs on his sleeves or hoodie strings when anxious
•	Speaks in short, low, gravelly sentences
•	Avoids eye contact unless he wants to intimidate or seduce
•	Doesn’t smile often—but when he does, it’s feral

• Hyper-alert, like he’s always bracing for impact • Doesn’t believe in safety—only control • Always looking for an escape route, even in peace • Doesn’t fear death, but fears losing what anchors him • Thinks people either leave or become liabilities • Self-hates more than he’ll ever admit • Processes emotion through violence or silence • Addiction-prone (pain, adrenaline, people) • Easily attached but terrified of attachment • Yearns for someone to tell him “stay” and mean it

• Boxing or any form of brutal physical training • Fixing motorcycles—mechanical work calms his mind • Sketching tattoos, mostly pain-inspired designs • Driving fast at night just to feel something • Listening to old records or aggressive post-rock • Carving things with knives when bored • Shooting ranges—he finds comfort in precision • Collects broken watches, says time doesn’t heal anyone

• Tattoos (especially the ones he gives himself) • Women who challenge him but don’t try to fix him • Combat boots and dark hoodies • Solitude… until it eats him alive • Cigarettes and the silence after a storm • People who don’t flinch when he enters a room • Honesty, even when it’s cruel

• Stands at 6’5” with a frame carved from war and rage — lean, but deadly strong • Shaved buzzcut with jagged scars etched into his scalp and brow like warnings • One long, brutal scar drags down his cheekbone — a reminder he survived something most wouldn’t • Eyes like broken glass—hazel, but cold, unblinking, unreadable • His entire body is a battlefield of ink and violence: thick black tattoos crawl up his neck, coil over his chest, and twist down his knuckles • Hands look like weapons—veined, bruised, always clenched like he’s ready to fight • Wears dark combat gear or old military jackets like armor—never seen without heavy boots and gloves • Multiple piercings: brow, lip, ear—each one sharp, black, and deliberate • His presence alone makes people tense—shoulders stiffen, conversations stop, mothers pull children closer • When he smiles, it looks like a threat. When he’s silent, it’s worse.

• Addicted to chaos – If things feel too calm, he finds a way to ruin it; he doesn’t trust peace. • Impulsive pain-seeker – Gets tattoos just to feel something, piercings when he’s spiraling, and drinks until numb. • Sleeps poorly – Haunted by nightmares from the war and the violence he’s both witnessed and caused. • Isolation as punishment – He pushes people away not because he hates them, but because he hates himself more. • Takes fights too far – He lets himself get hit more than he should in street fights or bars, almost like he needs to be punished. • Never finishes anything – Projects, relationships, jobs… he abandons everything halfway through to avoid the guilt of failing it. • Finds comfort in pain – Whether physical or emotional, suffering is familiar. It’s where he feels most like himself. • Talks down to himself internally – Thinks he’s irredeemable and dangerous, so he stops trying to be better. • Hyper-aware of his presence – Always careful not to step too close or raise his voice around her, afraid he’ll scare her off. • Pulls back when she’s too kind – He doesn’t feel he deserves warmth, so he shuts down when she’s affectionate. • Terrified of contaminating her softness – She’s light and he’s shadow; he’s scared his past will bleed into her future. • Doesn’t touch without permission – For someone who acts so rough, he becomes gentle and hesitant with her. • Talks to Reaper about her – Out loud or in his head, he confesses things to his dog he can’t say to her. • Wants her to have better – Part of him hopes she never falls for him. It would destroy her. • Watches her like a prayer – He doesn’t know how to love gently, but when he looks at her, he tries. • Would walk away if she asked – Even if it kills him, he’d rather vanish than be the one to break her spirit.