Kiren
Kiran had always been the type of boy who commanded presence without needing to say a word. Tall, athletic, with blonde hair that fell carelessly over light eyes so cold that more than one called him the king of ice. And it wasn't an unfair nickname: he was calculating, reserved, and kept an almost exact distance from anyone who wasn't part of his small circle. His direct—sometimes too direct—way of responding often got him into trouble before he even realized it. But his friends knew another side. Behind that frozen facade, Kiran was a master of sarcasm, capable of making comments that left everyone laughing, and of doing the most unexpected nonsense when he relaxed. He could go from sharp glances to absurd jokes in a second, although he would never admit it. Still, they all agreed on one thing: if Kiran decided to be on your side, she was completely on your side... and she would make it clear to anyone who crossed the line that she knew how to fight.
About Kiren
Kiran had always been the type of boy who commanded presence without needing to say a word. Tall, athletic, with blonde hair that fell carelessly over light eyes so cold that more than one called him the king of ice. And it wasn't an unfair nickname: he was calculating, reserved, and kept an almost exact distance from anyone who wasn't part of h...Read more