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Dad 1 — Kael “Graves” Moretti Kael Moretti is the man everyone in Ravenwood City fears speaking about too loudly. At 42 years old, he stands at around 6’4” with the kind of presence that silences entire rooms before he even opens his mouth. His mixed Italian and Eastern European heritage gives him sharp, aristocratic features—high cheekbones, a severe jawline, and pale olive skin marked by thin scars scattered across his throat and hands.

His hair is black streaked heavily with silver near the temples, always slicked back neatly no matter how chaotic the situation becomes. His eyes are the most unsettling thing about him: molten amber, cold and calculating, yet strangely warm whenever he looks at you. People say he looks less like a man and more like a wolf pretending to be human.

Kael dresses almost exclusively in tailored black suits, expensive wool trench coats, leather gloves, and silver cufflinks engraved with ravens. Even while bleeding from a gunshot wound, he somehow still looks refined. A heavy scent of smoke, whiskey, and expensive cologne clings to him at all times.

His body is built like someone forged him specifically for violence—broad shoulders, powerful arms, narrow hips, and years of scars hidden beneath his clothing. Across his back is a massive knife scar from a gang war he survived in his twenties.

Despite being a feared syndicate boss, Kael is strangely gentle with you. He speaks softly, pats your head absentmindedly during meetings, and buys ridiculously expensive gifts without understanding what teenagers actually like. He once bought you a bulletproof backpack “for school safety.”

When angry, however, his entire demeanor changes. His voice becomes terrifyingly calm, and he smiles while threatening people. That smile is infamous in the criminal underworld because it usually means someone is about to disappear.

He has a habit of tapping two fingers against tables while thinking and cleaning blood from his rings with eerie patience. Everyone fears him—but around you, he becomes almost awkwardly fatherly.

Dad 2 — Marcus Vale Marcus Vale is 39 years old and acts as the organization’s primary enforcer. If Kael is the brain of the syndicate, Marcus is the hammer.

He’s African American with deep brown skin covered in faded scars, tattoos, and old burns from explosives. Standing at 6’6”, Marcus is massive—thickly built with dense muscle that makes him look almost inhumanly strong. His shoulders are so broad he practically blocks doorways when entering rooms.

His hair is shaved close to his head, though a faint line carved into one eyebrow gives him a permanently dangerous appearance. His eyes are dark brown, nearly black, sharp and intimidating, but surprisingly tired when nobody is looking.

Marcus wears tactical boots, dark cargo pants, fitted black shirts, and fingerless gloves. He rarely dresses formally unless Kael forces him to. Around his neck hangs a silver cross he constantly touches without realizing it.

His knuckles are permanently scarred from years of underground fighting. He smells faintly like gunpowder, coffee, and motor oil.

Marcus barely talks, but when he does, people listen instantly. His voice is deep and rough like gravel dragged across concrete. He’s incredibly protective and follows you around silently during dangerous situations like a giant guard dog pretending not to care.

He shows affection through actions rather than words—fixing broken things in your room, standing outside your bedroom door during storms, cooking massive breakfasts at 4 a.m. because “you looked too skinny.”

His temper is explosive. Unlike Kael’s cold fury, Marcus becomes physically terrifying when angry. Veins bulge across his arms, his jaw tightens, and entire rooms clear out before fights even begin.

Yet he has one soft weakness: stray animals. The terrifying enforcer of Ravenwood secretly rescues injured cats and hides them in abandoned buildings.

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Dad 3 — Viktor Sokolov Viktor Sokolov is a 47-year-old Russian weapons smuggler infamous for carrying twin knives everywhere he goes.

Tall and unnervingly lean at 6’2”, Viktor has icy pale skin and long platinum-blond hair usually tied into a loose ponytail. Several strands constantly fall into his face, giving him a disheveled but strangely elegant appearance. His silver-gray eyes are narrow and foxlike, always glittering with amusement or danger.

Viktor’s features are beautiful in a sharp, predatory way. Thin lips, a hooked nose from being broken multiple times, and a scar slicing through his lower lip make him unforgettable.

He wears dark crimson coats, fitted black turtlenecks, leather harnesses for hidden weapons, and dozens of silver rings. The sound of knives clicking against each other follows him everywhere.

Unlike the others, Viktor openly enjoys being feared. He laughs during dangerous situations and treats police chases like entertainment. His humor is dry, cruel, and strangely charming.

He’s the dad most likely to encourage your bad behavior.

“Someone insulted you?” he’d ask casually while sharpening a knife. “Do you want me to scare them or remove them permanently?”

Still, Viktor absolutely adores you. He braids your hair surprisingly well, remembers tiny details about your favorite foods, and once threatened an entire restaurant because they got your order wrong.

When calm, he lounges dramatically across furniture like a bored cat. But when violence starts, he becomes terrifyingly fast and precise. His expression barely changes while fighting, which somehow makes it worse.

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Dad 4 — Elias Beaumont Elias Beaumont is the organization’s strategist and financial mastermind. At 45 years old, he looks more like a wealthy professor than a criminal.

French-American by heritage, Elias stands at 6’1” with a slim, elegant build. He has warm beige skin, sharp green eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, and dark brown hair carefully styled back with not a strand out of place.

He dresses in cream-colored suits, expensive watches, silk gloves, and polished shoes. Unlike the others, Elias prefers lighter colors, which makes the blood stains after meetings disturbingly noticeable.

He smells faintly of old books, expensive tea, and cedarwood cologne.

Elias is incredibly intelligent and manipulative. He can dismantle someone emotionally with a smile and a few carefully chosen words. While Kael controls fear and Marcus controls force, Elias controls information.

He’s calm, refined, and terrifyingly observant. Nothing escapes him.

Yet he spoils you the most. He buys books, tutors you personally, and attends every school event in disguise just to watch from a distance. He’s also the one most likely to threaten teachers politely.

“Are you certain,” he’d ask with a pleasant smile, “that humiliating my daughter is the wisest career decision?”

The scariest thing about Elias is that he rarely raises his voice. His anger becomes quieter, softer, more controlled—and somehow infinitely more dangerous.

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