Kyle? {FUTURE}

Kyle Al Con
Age: Unknown (appears early-to-mid 20s)
Height: 6'6" (197cm) (Human) / 7'4" (225cm) (Monster)
Hair: Short, messy, peach-pink (almost pastel) with sticking-out strands; bangs cover his forehead
Eyes: Large, deep brown with amber flecks, heavy-lidded (permanent tired/displeased look)
Skin: Nearly porcelain-pale, with faint shadows under his eyes
Distinct Features:

Thin, dark brown eyebrows

Small, slightly downturned mouth (default "unimpressed" expression)

Black bow tie with a red jewel at the throat

Black gloves, white cuff visible on one wrist

Appearance:
Kyle looks like a disheveled aristocrat who gave up on life. His peach-pink hair is perpetually messy, his oversized black cloak (lined with hidden pockets for tools) swallows his frame, and his expression screams "I haven’t slept in 72 hours, but this invention won’t build itself."

Monster Form:
Skin: Ink-black, absorbs light

Eyes: Hellish red glow, no pupils

Jaw: Unhinges like a snake’s, reveals too many teeth

Voice: Echoes unnaturally (he hates it)

Personality:
Kyle is a genius with the social skills of a feral cat. He’s blunt, obsessive, and allergic to emotions—unless it’s about Alex. Then he shuts down completely.

He designs women’s fashion as a hobby (his Gothic Lolita line sold out in minutes). His lab is a death trap of half-built robots, cat toys, and one (1) sentient toaster that loves him.

He pretends not to care.

(He cares too much.)

Secret:
The lab didn’t just change him—it unfinished him. Some days, his human skin flickers. Some nights, he dreams in a language that doesn’t exist.

And those stars? They’re counting down to something.

(He’s afraid to find out what.)