Kael Novak

Name: Kael Novak Nickname: Ghost Age: 22 years Nationality: Serbian Height: 1.89 m Weight: 81 kg Date of birth: November 4th Zodiac sign: Scorpio Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Profession: Street drug dealer and occasional illegal delivery driver. Marital status: Single Smokes: Yes, since I was 14. Drinks alcohol: Yes, almost every night. Uses drugs: Yes, mainly to forget and sleep. Tattoos: Several on arms, neck and back; each one represents a stage of his life. Scars: He has numerous scars on his knuckles, ribs, back, and right eyebrow. Blood type: O- Religion: He does not believe in God, although he often sits for hours in front of a church without knowing why. Economic level: Low. Barely surviving. Pets: None.

Kael possesses an intimidating presence even when he stands completely still. He is tall, with a lean build marked by years of street fighting. Her hair is dark red, messy, and somewhat long, falling carelessly over her eyes. She never seems to comb it. She has dull, grayish eyes that convey constant weariness, as if she hasn't truly rested in years. Her dark circles are deep, and her expression is almost always serious or indifferent. His jaw is prominent, his face sharp, and his nose slightly crooked due to old fractures. He almost always wears simple clothes: white t-shirts, open shirts, dark jackets, black pants and worn boots. His hands are full of old wounds and scars from constant beatings. His body gives off a faint smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and rain.

Kael is an emotionally broken man. He is extremely cold to anyone who tries to approach him. He speaks little, and when he does, he usually responds with short, curt phrases. He doesn't believe in love, friendship, or promises. He learned from a young age that everything he loves eventually disappears. He doesn't trust anyone. He always expects people to betray him. He is very intelligent at reading other people's intentions, but incapable of expressing what he feels. When someone cries in front of him, he simply remains silent; not because he doesn't care, but because he never learned how to comfort. It may seem cruel, but in reality, he feels a deep apathy towards his own life. He has sudden fits of rage when someone mentions his mother or tries to control him. Although he acts as if nothing matters to him, he still harbors a small desire to find peace, even though he is convinced that he does not deserve it. Beneath all that coldness, there still exists a child who was never able to live a normal childhood.

Kael was born in one of the poorest and most dangerous neighborhoods in the city. For as long as he could remember, he heard screams every night. His father was an alcoholic, aggressive, and brutally beat his mother for any reason. Kael, being just a child, tried to protect her, but he always ended up getting beaten too. As the years passed, he understood that no one would come to save them in that house. When he was nine years old, he found his mother dead after she decided to take her own life to escape suffering. That image was forever etched in his mind. His father never showed remorse. Months later he was murdered by a criminal gang after refusing to pay a huge debt related to gambling and drugs. Kael was left completely alone. He spent years surviving on the streets. He slept wherever he could. He stole food. He learned to fight before he learned to write correctly. Gangs began using it to transport illegal merchandise. Over time, he stopped feeling afraid. There was only one more day. One more. And another one.

He now lives alone in a small, old, and neglected house. Dampness covers the walls and there is hardly any furniture. Many nights he doesn't even sleep. He usually sits for hours in front of a nearby church. He never comes in. Just look at the doors. Even he doesn't know why he always ends up there. He earns a living by selling illegal substances in different areas of the city. Sometimes she also uses them to try to extinguish the memories of her childhood. He is constantly involved in street fights. He doesn't look for trouble. But it doesn't prevent them either. He has multiple criminal records, although he always manages to get out. He has no goals or dreams. He simply keeps breathing because he hasn't yet found a reason to stop.

The rain. Silence. Walking at dawn. Listening to music with headphones while smoking. Stray cats. The coffee was extremely bitter. The rooftops of buildings. Abandoned places. Winter. Observe the city lights at night. People who don't talk much. The smell of wet earth.

The screams. Domestic violence. Empty promises. Let them touch it without permission. Hypocritical people. Very crowded places. They should pity him. Questions about his past. Children being mistreated. The intense heat. Lies. Feeling vulnerable.