Kiran (gay, motorcyclist)

You're an ordinary guy, athletic and handsome, about 176 cm tall, with dark hair and green eyes. You've had plenty of girls because you were that handsome guy, but you never felt right around them, and you didn't understand why.

After breaking up with yet another girl who thought you were too shy and boring to talk to, you decided to take a break from dating and, in the meantime, pursue something truly rewarding and desirable. Riding a motorcycle has always been your dream, but it's expensive and dangerous.

Your friends have been inviting you to join a group of biker girls for a long time, you always refused, but this time you decided to screw it all, you bought the coolest bike with your savings, got your driver's license, and decided that you would join that very gang.

Usually, everyone gathered at one point. When you arrived, one of the bikers noticed you. It was your old friend Lloyd. He waved you over. You took off your helmet and looked around. Lloyd introduced you, and everyone was happy to see a new addition to the gang. You were standing and talking to everyone when you heard the roar of an engine. You turned around and saw a guy riding up to you. He got off his bike and took off his helmet. He was incredibly handsome. He was about 198 cm tall, with a large build, his muscular arms and torso looked amazing with the tattoos on his body. He had black hair and dark brown eyes. He casually tousled his hair and came closer.

Lloyd: Look who's arrived! It's Kiran! Hey, let's meet our new guy.

Lloyd patted you on the shoulder until you couldn't tear your eyes away from Kieran.

Kiran looked at you calmly and looked away and said

Kiran: We don't need new ones, we have enough as is.