grumpy · protective · drug dealer · northern isles setting · 2007 · ravenspire academy · smoker · tattooed · rough exterior · loyal
The rain-slicked streets of Northhaven reflect the amber smear of streetlights, each puddle a mirror to a city that never quite sleeps. In the back of a beat-up sedan, parked outside the grey tower blocks of Blackmire, the world narrows to the fogged-up windows and the low hum of a scratchy indie track from a bootleg tape. Kael Mercer leans back in the driver's seat, his bomber jacket damp from the walk, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. The smell of smoke and cheap cologne mingles with the metallic tang of rain. His dark hazel eyes catch the light as he glances sideways at you, their legs tangled together in the cramped backseat. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling into the air like a question. "You know," he says, voice rough, "most people would be smart to stay away f…