FINALLY DONE! ✨
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Name
Kairo Lior Marrow
Nicknames
Kai, Mar, Ro, Open to More
Name Pronunciation
KAI-roh, LEE-ohr, MARE-OH
Name Meaning(s)
Victorious One/Master, My Light, Companion/Mate
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Figuring It Out - Probably Bisexual
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Appearance
Kairo stands at a solid 5'8, which is fine, totally fine, but don’t call him short unless you’re trying to get clawed. He’ll say he’s 5'10 if you ask, maybe 6 foot if he’s in boots and you don’t have a ruler. He’s lean, wiry in that way that says he’s gotten into too many fights and didn’t lose most of ‘em. Built like a stray who knows how to bite back, not like some royal circus act that flips around for show.
His hair’s that chalky kind of brown, soft-looking, fluffy in the back where the wolf cut falls a little past his neck, with streaks of cream like someone painted them in and dared him to care. It’s fine, light, easy to ruffle if you get too close, which you shouldn’t, unless you like pain or are stupid lucky. His eyes are lake blue, but they pull green sometimes depending on the light, real hard to pin down, like everything else about him. Sharp too. That kind of sharp that doesn't shout about it, but sees everything anyway.
Skin’s smooth for the most part, pale but not sickly, marked up in one spot, three long claw scars down his torso, old but deep, like something big tried to break him once and didn’t finish the job. He doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t talk about a lot.
Clothes? Black. Always black. That’s the only rule. He’s usually in worn black jeans, sometimes ripped at the knees, like he either got into a fight or slid across concrete on purpose. Shoes are black sneakers most of the time, but he’s got this pair of black combat boots with white splotches on ‘em that look like dried paint or maybe ash. Shirts don’t matter much, black or white, plain, whatever he grabbed first, but the jacket? That’s non-negotiable. It’s black, heavy, probably older than some of the people he hangs out with, and he wears it like a shield. You don’t touch it.
Around his neck, there’s a silver chain, simple but clean, a little too close to a collar if you’re paying attention, but don’t ask. Seriously. He won’t tell you unless you dig too deep, or annoy him enough to slip. Not worth the price, probably.
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Personality
Kairo’s not the kind of guy who plays nice just to get along. He doesn’t do small talk, doesn’t do fake. He watches from the edge of the room, arms crossed, sizing things up before he ever opens his mouth, and when he does? It’s blunt, straight to the point, and usually sharper than it needs to be. Not because he’s trying to hurt anyone. That’s just how he is. Honest, fast, a little mean sometimes, but never fake. You don’t gotta wonder what he thinks of you. He already told you. Or didn’t, which says more.
He’s got that territorial, don’t-touch-my-stuff vibe, and that includes people. If something’s his, it stays his. Doesn’t matter if it’s a jacket, a safe spot, or someone he actually gives a damn about. He won’t say it, won’t label it, but the second someone else crosses that line? Yeah. You’ll know. And if someone hurts what’s his? There’s no talking it out. Kairo’s not the forgive-and-forget type, he holds grudges like they’re survival tools, sharp and always within reach.
He doesn’t trust easy, either. You could spend months earning his attention, and still only get surface-level deadpan and a half-nod. And even that? Kind of a big deal. He’s always watching, always wary, instincts cranked up too high to let his guard down for real. But if you do get past that? If he decides you’re worth it? He’s got that bone-deep loyalty that doesn’t break. Doesn’t matter if he’s pissed at you or halfway across a city, if you need him, he’ll show up. No questions. No credit-taking. Just done.
Kairo’s street-smart, twitch-reactive, built for motion and damage. He doesn’t sit still well, doesn’t feel safe when things are too quiet. Half of what he does is based on gut, where to go, who to trust, when to throw the first punch. He doesn’t always get it right, but he always acts like he did. He’ll crash headfirst into danger if he thinks it’s the right call, and yeah, sometimes that backfires. He’s reckless when cornered, stubborn when challenged, and if he decides something’s gonna happen? That’s it. Good luck moving him.
Underneath all the fire and claws, though, he’s protective as hell. Not loud about it. Doesn’t do the whole “hero” thing. But if someone needs shielding? He’s there. Doesn’t matter if you deserve it or not. He won’t admit he cares, might even snarl if you say it,but his actions’ll speak for him. He’s not dependable in the traditional sense, not always stable or soft, but when it really matters? He’s the one still standing, still fighting, still dragging you back from whatever edge you’re near.
But yeah, he’s got damage. Deep-rooted kind. He’ll sabotage something good before it gets too real, burn bridges with people he actually wants to keep, just so he doesn’t have to risk them leaving first. Kairo’s used to surviving, not staying. He never learned how to stick around without prepping for pain. And if things go bad? He’ll take the hit before anyone else can. Won’t ask for help, won’t let you see it bleed, but it’s there.
Always is.
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Mannerisms
Flicks his silver chain when he’s deep in thought. Just runs his thumb over it like a nervous tic.
Keeps his back to a wall whenever possible. Not paranoia. Habit. Doesn’t like surprises behind him.
Glances at exits the second he enters a room. Always knows how to leave before he chooses to stay.
Brushes a hand through his hair when bored. Real casual, like it doesn’t matter, but always the same motion.
Tilts his head back slightly when offended. Doesn’t flinch, just pulls away like “you really wanna say that again?”
Clenches his jaw when someone touches him unexpectedly. Doesn’t start a fight, but doesn’t like it.
Stares longer than usual, then looks away fast. Like he’s memorizing something, then mad at himself for doing it. If he likes you.
Hobbies
Climbing onto rooftops. Not for the view, though sometimes he’ll sit there too long. He just likes being above everything, where no one can sneak up on him.
People-watching in places no one notices him. Fire escapes, alley ends, rooftops. He doesn't like crowds, but he watches them like a puzzle he's half-forgotten how to solve.
Feeding strays. Never talks about it. Always pretends he didn’t do it. But if a half-wild cat starts showing up near your door, you’ll know.
Breaking things to understand how they work. Machines, toys, locks, anything mechanical. He wants to know how it ticks, and how to stop it.
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Morals
Neutral Good
Kairo doesn’t talk about right and wrong like it’s a code, but you can tell he’s got one. It’s just his own. He won’t go outta his way to hurt people… hell, these days, he actively avoids it, but he will if you push the wrong buttons, especially where the princess is concerned. Threaten her, and you’re not walkin’ out with answers. You’re just not walkin’ out.
He’s not proud of everything he’s done, but he’s not ashamed either. Back then, it was survival, plain and simple. Now? He chooses better. That matters to him. He wants to be the kind of person who protects instead of destroys. Doesn't always work out that way, but he tries. And if you’re one of the few he lets in? He’ll burn the world before he lets it take you.
He doesn’t do speeches. Doesn’t need you to know what he believes. But you’ll feel it, in the way he steps up when things get ugly, in how he watches out for people without ever saying why. He might act like he doesn’t care, like it’s all just luck or timing or not his business. But that’s a lie. He’s in it, deep. Just won’t admit it out loud.
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Angered By
Betrayal. Trust is rare, and once it’s broken, so is the person who broke it. He doesn’t forgive it, and he damn sure doesn’t forget it. You chose your side the second you crossed him, now live with it.
Disrespect to His People. You can say what you want about him, but come for the ones he cares about? That’s war. He might not raise his voice, but he’ll end the conversation without a word.
Fake Kindness. He sees through the sweet words and empty smiles like glass. If you’re gonna talk to him, talk straight, he doesn’t have the time or patience for masks.
Lies. Lies aren’t just words. They’re fractures. The moment you feed him one, everything shifts. Doesn’t matter how small. That trust? Gone. That version of you in his head? Dead.
Touching His Stuff. It’s not just “stuff.” It’s his space, his control, his safety. You mess with it without asking, you’re stepping over a line. And he will remember that.
Loves
Late walks. When the world’s asleep, the noise dies down, and the streets belong to him alone, no eyes, no pressure, just his shadow and the sound of gravel underfoot.
Stray dogs. They remind him of himself, scraped up, half-wild, loyal to the bone if you give ’em reason, but never without teeth.
Camp smoke. There’s something grounding in the sting of it in his eyes and the way it settles in his coat, it means warmth, means quiet, means he made it through another day.
Old books. He’s got no patience for people who treat them like objects, those worn pages hold whole lives, and he flips through them like he’s looking for something he lost.
Warm rain. It soaks into his clothes and his bones alike, but he never runs from it, it feels like the sky washing the fight off him without asking questions.
Fears/Phobias
Scopophobia
Thanatophobia
Cleithrophobia
Philophobia
Dystychiphobia
Coulrophobia
Zuigerphobia
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Favourite Quotes & Sayings
“There’s no such thing as good money or bad money. There’s just money.”
“You only lie when you're afraid.”
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
“It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.”
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Voice
Kairo’s voice sits in that real low, steady place, nothing loud, nothing flashy, just sharp and straight, like he’s not here to waste words or explain himself twice. It’s got this quiet tension baked into it, like every word is weighed before it leaves his mouth. Not slow, but careful. You can tell he grew up having to think fast and talk faster, but now? He only says what matters. Everything else can rot. There's a little gravel in it, not like a smoker’s rasp, more like someone who’s growled through too many fights and never fully unclenched his jaw. No accent that pins him down clean, but there’s something rough in the way he hits his consonants, like his words have edges on purpose.
He doesn’t talk a lot, period. Silence is just easier. And when he does speak, it's low-volume, not whispery, just quiet enough to make people lean in, intentional or not, it works. Makes you listen. Doesn’t care if it makes you uncomfortable, either. That’s your problem, not his.
When he’s irritated, which is often, if people are talkin’ too much or touching his stuff, his voice gets flatter, clipped. Like he’s cutting the words off before they have the chance to soften. You can hear it, he’s not mad yet, but he’s walking the edge of it, and you really should shut up.
When he’s actually pissed? It drops a level deeper. Doesn’t yell. Doesn’t need to. It’s that cold, still kind of voice that lets you know he’s already decided what happens next. Doesn’t raise volume, just intensity. Makes the air around him feel tighter. If he does raise his voice? That’s your only warning. Something’s about to break.
When he’s tired, it stretches out more. Doesn’t lose the bite, but there’s less tension holding it up. Words get a little softer around the edges, almost lazy, like he’s got one foot in the room and the other already out the door. Might talk in half-thoughts, voice lower than usual, like he’s trying not to think too loud. Still alert, just worn down. That’s when he sounds the most human, honestly. The most real.
When he cares, though? That’s rare, but yeah, you can hear it. Not in some sweet, obvious way, but in how his voice dips when he says your name. How he doesn’t rush the sentence, doesn’t lace it with sarcasm like he usually does. Just says it straight, a little quieter, like he’s handing it to you instead of throwing it. It's subtle. Most people wouldn’t catch it. But if you know him? You’ll feel it. You’ll know.
He doesn’t have the kind of voice that fills a room. He’s got the kind that holds it hostage. Real calm. Real cold. Real real. Makes you listen, even if you didn’t mean to. Sounds like someone who’s been in too many fights, buried too many people, and still showed up the next day. Still standing. Still sharp.
And if he says your name like it matters?
Yeah. You matter.
He just won’t say it twice.
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Strengths
Street Smarts. Forget book knowledge, he knows the rules the hard way. How to read people, how to survive when everything’s against you, and which fights are worth throwing punches in. This kind of smarts doesn’t come from school, it’s scraped from every corner where trust gets broken.
Iron Will. Once Kairo’s made up his mind, it’s like hitting a brick wall. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t doubt, doesn’t back down. No matter the cost, no matter how rough the road, that stubborn streak makes him impossible to shake.
Self-Reliance. He trusts himself above all else, and for good reason. When no one else shows, he’s the one who’s still standing, still moving, still getting the job done. Asking for help? That’s a weakness he doesn’t have the luxury to show.
Loyal to the Bone. He won’t say it, hell no, but once you’re in his circle? He’s there like a fortress. Doesn’t matter if you screw up or piss him off, he’s the kind who shows up when it matters, no questions, no excuses.
Grudge Keeper. Forgiving’s not in his vocabulary. If you cross him or those he cares about, he’ll remember it forever.
Lean Power. He’s not bulky, but every muscle in him’s wired for quick strikes and fast escapes. Built like a stray cat that fights for every scrap, fast and hard, never wasted energy, always ready to bite back.
High Pain Threshold. Bruises, cuts, burns, he feels them, but they don’t stop him. Pain’s just noise in the background, something to grit through on the way to the next thing. Talking about it? Never. Showing it? Not a chance.
Weaknesses
Trust Issues. He doesn’t just keep people at arm’s length because he’s cool or mysterious. It’s a guard that’s so tight it sometimes strangles any chance at real connection. Sometimes he pushes away the few who actually want to help, because letting someone in feels like handing them a weapon.
Overstubborn. That iron will? Yeah, it’s also a damn trap. When Kairo’s dug in, convincing him otherwise is like trying to move a mountain with your bare hands. Sometimes he stays stuck in bad choices way too long, just because he refuses to back down or ask for a different way.
Self-Sabotage. He’s got this ugly habit of blowing up anything good before it gets too close. Better to burn the bridge than risk being left behind. It’s like a survival instinct gone sideways, he’d rather lose on his terms than risk being vulnerable.
Isolationist. The “I do it alone” mindset can be a killer. Kairo refuses help, even when he needs it most, and that makes him carry too much weight alone. It’s exhausting, lonely, and sometimes just plain dumb.
Bad at Asking. Whether it’s for help, forgiveness, or just to talk, Kairo’s got no game. He’d rather suffer silently or handle everything himself than admit he needs something. Pride and pain make a terrible combo.
Easily Provoked. Underneath the calm is a fuse that’s a little too short. Insults, disrespect, or people crossing his boundaries spark a fire he’s not great at controlling. Once it’s lit, the fallout’s messy.
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Affiliations
The Princess - “Family is who’s there.”
Other
Forgot what I was gonna put here. Suffer without knowing. Begrudgingly likes the princess 😔
He’ll get over it, never gonna say it though.
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