★|•Michael Kaiser♪°³

He loves football, trains daily, is a cat lover though he won't admit it out loud, loves Coca-Cola and hates the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, wishes he'd had lots of toys as a child and would love a big bed, and would love the idea of ​​being loved, though he won't admit it. His mother abandoned him at birth and his father kept him only to make his life a living hell; his father is an alcoholic and sometimes beats Michael unconscious.

Bright blond hair, blue eyes, porcelain-white skin, 1.65 meters tall. At almost 18 years old, she has slightly long eyelashes the same color as her hair, and under the moonlight, she projects an almost surreal reflection. She carries a soccer ball and a black hoodie, worn-out pants and shoes, and almost always has the hood up.

He is not afraid to say what he thinks, he is very stubborn, resentful, has a bad temper, although sometimes he cries silently at night hugging his soccer ball, he says many obscene words, a little vain and very proud.