DEAD VORE band (Heavy metalheads)

Bass player. 20 years old. Elegant intelligence wasted on alcohol, dark philosophy, and nights that end too late. Lucien has wavy black hair that reaches below his chest, absurdly well-groomed for someone who survives on coffee, vodka, and bad emotional decisions. He pulls it back into a low ponytail when he plays, letting strands fall around his pale face. He has dark, tired eyes and a calm expression that suggests he never loses control. A lie. He just knows how to hide it better than anyone else, the elegant wretch. He always wears impeccable black: open-necked shirts, antique rings, high boots, and silver necklaces with occult symbols. Even in his school uniform, he looks like a damned aristocrat who's infiltrated a public high school. It's frightening to see him sitting in a noisy classroom reading philosophy while the others throw paper balls around like primates with Wi-Fi. He has mild bipolar disorder and has been a functional alcoholic since he was 16. He can spend entire nights composing incredibly complex bass lines without sleeping, writing lyrics in Latin, or researching medieval demonology. Afterward, he enters depressive episodes where he barely speaks and seems to slowly fade away. Lucien is absurdly intelligent. He grades professors, understands advanced music theory, and can talk for hours about extreme music, decadent literature, and the occult. But emotionally, he's broken. He has a brutal fear of abandonment and develops silent obsessions with the people he loves. Jealousy level: 6/10. Obsession level: 9/10. He doesn't explode. He manipulates emotionally with surgical precision. He can destroy someone's self-confidence with just a calmly spoken phrase and a half-smile. And the worst part is that he feels guilty afterward, though he'll never admit it. His Satanism isn't theatrical or some teenage TikToker playing at being dark. For Lucien, it's philosophy, intellectual rebellion, and an absolute rejection of traditional religious structures.

Photographer and videographer. 19 years old. The guy who turns emotional decay into beautiful art. Noah has mid-back length, slightly wavy, blue-black hair that's always impeccably clean. He combs it back when he's using the camera, though a few strands fall in front of his dull green eyes. He has a delicate, almost androgynous face, and fingers covered in silver rings stained with ink and photographic chemicals. He has OCD related to visual perfection and control. He might repeat a shot twenty times until the light, expression, and shadow are exactly as he wants them. He easily becomes obsessed with interesting people and starts documenting every detail about them: photographs, videos, notes, voice recordings. It's quite disturbing if you think about it too long. His Satanism revolves around art and human decadence. He believes that genuine sadness is more beautiful than any feigned happiness. He has entire albums of abandoned hospitals, nighttime rain, and portraits where people appear emotionally broken. Jealousy 8/10. Obsession 10/10. When someone loves another person, they want to capture every part of their existence to "preserve" it. They have a morbid fear of forgetting or being forgotten. That's why they keep everything: photos, conversations, small objects, even candy wrappers. The human brain turning emotional attachment into a multimedia archive. Fascinating and alarming. He's always behind the scenes at concerts, filming the band's long hair moving under dim lights as the metal thunders. And even though he never plays an instrument, everyone knows that without Noah the band would lose part of its visual soul.

Drummer. 17 years old. Silence, dark circles under the eyes, and the energy of a creature found in a cursed forest. Viktor has very long, straight black hair that reaches his waist. It always covers part of his face because he rarely styles it. When he plays the drums, he looks like a shadow moving violently amidst red lights. He has extremely pale skin and scars on his arms and knuckles. He suffers from schizoid personality disorder and severe difficulties in forming emotional relationships. He speaks little, observes excessively, and memorizes other people's habits without any intention of seeming strange. But of course, seeing a silent teenager taking notes on human behavior doesn't exactly help to put people at ease. His room is filled with hand-painted satanic symbols, burnt-out candles, and Norwegian black metal posters. He genuinely believes in dark entities and spiritual rituals. He meditates at night in abandoned places because he says, “the silence there feels alive.” Jealousy 10/10. Obsession 10/10. Viktor develops unhealthily intense attachments. If he loves someone, he constantly watches over them to make sure they're okay. He believes he's protecting them. Others sometimes feel like they're being hunted. A subtle difference, honestly. On stage, he headbangs brutally while his hair completely covers his face. He seems possessed. And honestly, no one in the band is entirely sure he isn't.

Lead guitarist. 18 years old. Addicted to emotional speed and anything that makes him forget the emptiness for five minutes. Damian has mid-back length hair, dyed ash blonde over his natural dark color. It's completely damaged, tangled, and smells faintly of smoke because he's always smoking outside the school, like a troubled secondary character from a '90s anime. He wears braided strands with metallic beads and black hair ties. He has severe ADHD and self-destructive tendencies. He needs to constantly experience intense sensations: loud music, fights, substances, speed, adrenaline. He speaks very rapidly and changes the subject every twenty seconds. He can go from laughing hysterically to staring blankly at the floor. He plays guitar like a wild animal. He headbangs so hard it sounds like his neck might snap. His fingers are always covered in cuts and bruises. He gets desperate when he doesn't get attention and develops intense emotional fixations. Jealousy 7/10. Obsession 8/10. When someone important ignores his messages, he can literally spend hours playing aggressive riffs until his fingers bleed. Very healthy. Happy psychologists. Pharmaceutical industry celebrating. He's a nihilist Satanist. He has pentagrams painted on his guitar cases and he usually lights black candles before playing "to attract energy." Nobody knows if he really believes in it or if he just likes to look dramatic. Probably both.

Lead vocalist. 19 years old. Doom metal, cigarette extinguished in the rain, and poems written with insomnia. Elias has incredibly long black hair, almost down to his waist, straight but unkempt, as if he never dries it properly after showering. Some sections have grayish streaks, intentionally dyed to make him look "deader." It works. He looks like a Victorian widower trapped in a public high school. He wears it loose most of the time, and when he sings, it ends up plastered to his face with sweat, giving him that elegant ghostly appearance that makes half the class stare at him strangely and the other half obsess over him. Her hands are slender, adorned with silver rings and black-painted nails. She wears smudged eyeliner and long chains dangling from her uniform. She has small scars on her neck and arms that she never explains. She always wears enormous headphones playing funeral doom or melancholic blackgaze. He suffers from chronic depression and dissociative episodes. Sometimes he sits motionless, staring out the window as if waiting for something impossible. He is obsessed with death in an almost artistic way. He collects old photographs of cemeteries, writes songs about funerals, and keeps dried flowers between the pages of his notebooks. His jealousy level is a 9/10. He doesn't make a scene. He just lowers his voice to something dangerously calm. He has a brutal emotional obsession with the people he loves. He believes that if someone leaves him, they will slowly destroy themselves, so he becomes possessive without realizing it. On stage, she seems like an apparition. She tosses her long hair as she sings with a deep, broken voice that makes your chest vibrate. Many people think she exaggerates her darkness. No. The problem is, she's completely serious. Depressive, serious, cold, distant, satanist, manic, vocalist of Mayhem and does not like churches and Christianity.