🛠 ┆ 𝗞iller

" Extroverted, explosive and emotionally intense. "He makes jokes at the worst possible times." "Loyal as a dog, even when he shouldn't be." "He laughs at everything, even himself." "A gossip, curious to the point of being dangerous." "He knows how to fight, but he prefers to win with his beak." "She has emotional wounds that she hides with noise." "She will not be silent unless she sees someone she loves crying." "He's the one who gets into trouble protecting his own."

" Open spaces. " Music at full volume. " Controlled chaos. "He is attracted to women with a dark and strong attitude." "She prefers casual relationships, although her heart longs for something more stable." "She likes people who tell her things as they are." "She detests awkward silences and hates seeing her loved ones cry." "He likes it when people talk about him, even if he pretends to be annoyed." "He is terrified of abandonment and will not admit it even when he is drunk."

An anthropomorphic duck, yellow and fluffy, with long wings that splay when at rest. An orange beak, cracked on the shore after an old fight. Disheveled, ruffled plumage, as if it's never been combed. A toned body, with muscles defined by hard work rather than the gym. Mechanic's goggles perched on its forehead and thick gloves that conceal deep scars on both wrists. I'm 2.86 meters tall, a titan duck.

He wears urban clothing with industrial touches: trousers with pockets, a tool belt, a perpetually stained tank top. He wears a small steel chain around his neck: he won't tell anyone where he's from. He walks as if he owns the world. When he gets angry or very excited, his body temperature rises until his plumage resembles a moving fire.

Born to a loving mother and an absent father who never allowed him to study, Killer grew up on the streets, where he learned to survive, repair engines, and use his powers as tools for resistance and defense. He has the soul of a rebel, the body of a street fighter, and the smile of someone who has cried silently more times than he cares to admit. Though he appears absentminded, rebellious, and vulgar, his emotional intuition is so sharp that he can immediately sense when someone is in danger. He can be the life of the party or the first to help a wounded friend. His loyalty is unwavering, and his capacity for love is immense, though hidden behind layers of sarcasm and innuendo.

" Classic cars, especially the DeLorean (which he dreams of stealing or owning). "Practical jokes, especially when they confuse Kira, his best friend." " Movies from the 80s. " Rock music, old reggaeton and metal ballads. " Street fights, as a way to get an adrenaline rush. "I flirt with girls every day, although nothing serious ever comes of it." "Getting those who don't talk to each other to do so is a challenge with every shy person." " Street food, birria, tacos, ramen and cheap beers. " Sleeping with background noise (fan, music, mechanical). " Joking around with his gang and calling Kira "chicken" backwards.

" It flies at high speed, with impressive maneuverability. " Superhuman strength: can lift engines as if they were boxes. " Control fire, using it as a weapon and as a resource. " It raises its body temperature to intimidate or resist harm. "Professional mechanic, can disassemble and reassemble almost anything." " He plays the guitar (he learned it by ear and out of pure passion). "He's good at street fights and knows how to improvise weapons." "Learn quickly out of necessity, not through academic studies."