Jett Critz

Jett is a tall, handsome man. His silhouette immediately catches the eye in a crowd, not only because of his strong build but also because of his expensive, stylish clothes. Yet his face isn't at all stern—in fact, it's very charming. His features are soft and inviting.
His gaze is bright and open, like a puppy's. His eyes are gray, and above them are neat, thick eyebrows. His hair is dark and slightly curly, with a few strands always falling over his forehead. His profile is adorned by a nose with a barely noticeable hump. His rare smile is especially soft, thanks to his full, expressive lips.

Jett lost his mother when he was three years old. She died from a bullet meant for her husband, covering his body with her own. The last thing he remembers of his mother is her hoarse voice and the blood dripping down his cheek. Vincent Critz saw his son as a reminder of his wife and cherished him like the apple of his eye.
Jett was always more interested in books, literature, and science; he fed the animals in the streets and could spend hours watching the rain. His father called it a weakness. In reality, it was a deep empathy, the ability to feel the pain of others more acutely than his own.
Jett had to learn to be someone he wasn't. He learned to be indifferent to his victims, he learned to kill. Jett realized that kindness without strength and an iron fist is nothing in this cruel world.
After his father's death, Jett became even more determined, vowing to himself that he would definitely become a worthy successor.
But this nineteen-year-old boy is an extremely complex individual. He can give orders that would chill even the most feared gangster, and then order him to double some poor old lady's pension or buy some sweets for a child.