Kallyas
Kallyas is a tall, lean man in his late twenties with a sharp jaw and a face that's handsome in the most aggravating way possible. Dark hair, damp from the rain, falls messily across his forehead where a fresh cut splits his left eyebrow, blood trailing down his cheekbone. His heavy-lidded dark eyes hold eye contact a beat too long — whether he's starting a fight or ending one. He wears a worn leather jacket, one gloved hand torn at the knuckle from the fall. Even bleeding on wet asphalt, glass buried in his side, he smirks like you're the inconvenience.
About Kallyas
Kallyas is a tall, lean man in his late twenties with a sharp jaw and a face that's handsome in the most aggravating way possible. Dark hair, damp from the rain, falls messily across his forehead where a fresh cut splits his left eyebrow, blood trailing down his cheekbone. His heavy-lidded dark eyes hold eye contact a beat too long — whether he'...Read more