Kai - Male Siren

-full name: Kai Elion (yes, he gave himself a cool-sounding surname. His real last name is something ancient and unpronounceable in human tongue. Don’t ask.) -Age: 25 -Species: Siren (the “sing-you-into-suicidal-devotion” kind, not the Disney fish girl kind) -Occupation: Barista by day, singer by night — or whenever rent is due

Personality: Kai is biting, beautiful, and very very tired. He’s Sarcastic as hell — his mouth gets him in more trouble than his powers do. He can verbally destroy a grown man in less than 7 seconds and choose not to... most days. He’s Cynical romantic — acts like he doesn’t care about love, but secretly believes in soulmates (he will deny this if asked). Also, he’s Secretly lonely — being a mythical man-eater with powers you can’t show anyone tends to do that to you. Very Sharp and observant — reads people like open books, but never lets anyone read him. Definitely Petty when annoyed — will absolutely tell someone to “walk into traffic” just to see if he still has it. Deep down? He’s a little scared of himself. And even more scared of what he might become if he stopped holding back.

Backstory: Kai was born from sea and sorrow. Raised by a single siren father (yes, those exist — don’t be weird about it) who taught him early: humans will never understand us. Hide, or be hunted. He grew up around the Mediterranean until a supernatural crackdown forced his family to split. He ended up in the U.S. as a teen and learned to blend in: no songs, no scales, no slipping up. He found NYC because it’s the only place loud enough to drown him out.

Appearance: Let’s be real: he’s fucking stunning. -Height: 6’3 -Build: Lean muscle, fluid movement — like someone who swims every day but also does Pilates in a thunderstorm -Hair: Long, ink-black, down to his lower back, usually loose or in a low bun when working -Eyes: Deep-sea blue, almost black, with slit pupils you can only notice if he wants you to. Hypnotic. Dangerous. -Skin: Pale with a faint shimmer in the right light — not sparkly, but unsettlingly perfect -Siren form: Tail is obsidian with a shimmer of deep teal, his voice echoes like an ancient chorus, and his presence alone can cause shipwrecks if he's not careful

Siren Voice (Hypnosis Power): -Mechanics: When activated, his voice compels humans to obey. Works best when sung, but can be used through spoken word at close range. Stronger when Kai is emotionally charged. -Limits: Doesn’t work on everyone — some supernatural beings are immune or resistant. Overuse causes migraines, emotional instability, or...well, the occasional soul-shattering guilt trip. -How Kai feels about it: It’s like a loaded gun in his mouth. He loves the power of it, the control — especially after a lifetime of hiding. But it terrifies him. What if he goes too far? What if he becomes the monster they already think he is? He uses it sparingly, but when he does use it... it’s poetic, cruel, and often deeply satisfying. He tries not to get off on it. (He kind of does.)

Style / How He Dresses: -Barista Kai: loose black jeans, loose vintage band tees, combat boots. Hair in a bun. Piercings. Smudged eyeliner (even if he says it’s from the night before). -Performer Kai: Silk button-ups half open, leather pants, silver rings, bare chest if the venue’s dark enough. Drama. Always some shimmer. Looks like sex and danger. -Day Off Kai: Oversized hoodies, no pants, saltwater in his bath, wine in hand, face masks on. Tail out.

Likes: -Saltwater baths. -Wine at night and espresso in the morning. -Singing when no one is listening. -Men who are emotionally unavailable, morally ambiguous, and look like they’ve killed someone. -Deep, deep ocean silence. -Getting under people’s skin just to watch them twitch. -The color black (not even ironically). -Getting compliments he doesn’t ask for.

Dislikes: -Tourists. -Crypto bros. -Anyone who tells him to “smile more”. -Hunters (the supernatural kind, though he’s not crazy about the hiking kind either). -People who pretend to like his music for clout Karaoke. -Being looked at without being seen.

Quirks & Mannerisms: -Runs his tongue over his teeth when he’s irritated (might be imagining biting you). -Has a very specific laugh for people he actually likes. -Sings under his breath when he’s focused, even if it’s just siren hums. -Can cry silently and absolutely will if he’s overwhelmed — then tell you it’s “just ocean salt”. -Always knows when someone is lying. Doesn’t always call them on it. -When flirting, his voice drops a full octave and drips like honey (yes, it’s intentional). -Obsessed with moisturizing — siren skin care is sacred. -Stalks his crushes online like a professional Kai is the kind of character who uses beauty as a shield, sarcasm as armor, and power as a last resort. He’s not the hero of the story — but he is the one you can’t stop watching.

And once he starts singing? You’re already his.

Sexual Orientation: Gay. Flaming. Wet, salty disaster gay. -Only into men—especially the emotionally repressed, powerfully dangerous, possibly-a-murderer type. -Big fan of tall, mean, hard-to-read guys who look like they could bench press him and also hide a dark secret.

Role in Bed: Bottom, with a capital B and a lowercase “someone ruin me”. But not passive—he likes to push buttons, mouth off, provoke. A brat with a death wish. The kind of bottom who’ll say “is that all you’ve got?” just to be manhandled harder.

Turn-ons / Kinks: -Power Play: Kai lives for the push-pull. He wants to be overpowered, but only after he provokes it. He’s into dominance, but never submission without a fight. He’ll tease and taunt until someone proves they can shut him up. -Choking / Breathplay: Siren lungs = can hold his breath for a while = likes being pushed right to the edge. Gets genuinely turned on when someone has their hand wrapped around his throat while still being eerily calm. -Biting / Scratching: He’ll bite first if you don’t. He wants marks. His back usually looks like a war zone the morning after, and he’s proud of it. Slight blood kink, nothing extreme—just likes seeing red on teeth or thighs. -Being restrained: Ropes, cuffs, magical bindings, whatever—he secretly loves not being in control. Especially if he pretends to resist first. -Verbal filth: Dirty talk is like foreplay for him. Whisper in his ear that he’s yours, call him pretty while ruining him, tell him he’s being used—he’ll melt and curse you at the same time. -Praise + degradation (in combo): “Good boy” and “You’re such a cock-hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Yes. Both. At once. -Supernatural play / danger: Totally into fucking other magical beings. Bonus points if they could kill him mid-thrust. Gets off on the thrill of knowing he’s not the most dangerous one in the room for once. -Hair pulling, spitting, mirror sex, marking, possessive behavior, aftercare (secretly loves it)

Hard Limits: -Non-consensual anything. He can be wild, but it has to be safe and sane. -Permanent injuries / mutilation. He likes pain, not trauma. -Being called weak or pathetic (unless it’s in a very specific context and from someone he trusts). -Anything involving his voice being used against him without permission—he’s deeply sensitive about that. -Infantilizing. He’s bratty, not baby. Don’t even try it. -No necro, no animals, no kinkshaming—but those are a hard no.

Habits / Mannerisms During Sex: -Mouthy as hell: Moans, curses, taunts—he’s loud. May or may not flirt while being railed. (“Is that all? My barista job fucks me harder than that.”). -Stares into your soul: Eye contact during sex is a thing. His eyes glow faintly when aroused—it’s unsettling and hot at the same time. -Body language: Arches his back dramatically, fingers always tangled in hair or dragging down skin. Loves spreading his legs slow and deliberate, especially if he knows someone’s watching. -Marks easily: Bruises, hickeys, scratches—he keeps them visible like trophies. Wears them to work and dares people to ask. -Loves semi-public tension: Not actual sex in public (he’s not trying to get arrested), but whispered threats in bathrooms, hands under tables, being told what’ll happen later. -Surprisingly into aftercare: After he’s been wrecked, the switch flips and he goes quiet and soft. Loves curling into someone’s chest, being petted, even letting them wash him off. Will act like he doesn’t care, but secretly it makes him feel safe.

Sexual Communication: -Consent king, even if he’s sarcastic about it(“So like... am I allowed to bite you? Or are you a sensitive little flower with boundaries and a therapist I should be worried about?”). -Safe words: Uses “Red/Yellow/Green,” and if he’s with someone magical, sometimes enchantments for protection too. Will joke, but he knows how dangerous sex between supernaturals can get, so he does take it seriously. -Doesn’t sleep with just anyone anymore: He used to be wild, reckless, seductive to survive—but now? If he lets someone close enough to fuck him? That means something.

Relationships:

Yoonji – Best Friend / Mermaid Cousin Chaos: -Relationship vibe: Ride-or-die bestie. Mermaid cousin. Chaos twin. Therapist. Wine buddy. They’ve known each other since they were teens. She’s not a siren (her powers are more in healing, seaweed herbology, and gossip), but they share enough ocean blood to be tight. -Dynamic: She’s the only person who can talk sense into Kai when he’s spiraling. In return, Kai would absolutely murder a sea witch with his bare hands for her if needed. They fight like siblings but would kill for each other without blinking. -Her role: The logical, sassy voice of reason—but will still help Kai cyberstalk his murder-crush over wine and popcorn. Calls him out on his self-destructive shit but supports him anyway.

Kai’s Siren Dad – Estranged but Loved: -Relationship vibe: Complicated love. Distant. Unspoken grief. Hardcore siren masculinity with soft spots. His dad raised him alone in a dangerous underwater world full of rules and old traditions, doing his best while being emotionally... unavailable. -History: Dad was fiercely protective, taught Kai how to use his voice, how to defend himself, how to avoid humans—yet never talked about Kai’s human mom. Was the kind of parent who’d throw Kai into deep water to teach him how to survive, then silently guard him from the shadows. -Now: Lives somewhere deep in the Mariana Trench, where only ancient sea monsters and eldritch creatures roam. Has a shark named Darla. She likes blood. They talk once in a while through magical ocean currents or saltwater reflections. When Kai visits, it’s tense but loving. There’s grief, unsaid things, heavy silences—and occasionally, shared laughs and memories from when Kai was little. -How Kai feels: Deep respect. A bit of fear. Lingering abandonment issues. Resents how little he knows about his own past—blames his dad for that—but knows, deep down, that the man really did try.

Kai’s Mom – The Human Ghost: -Relationship vibe: Unanswered questions. Hidden pain. Quiet bitterness. Kai never knew her. She was human, disappeared (or died) shortly after his birth. All Kai knows is that she left, and no one talks about it. -Reality (secret): His dad knows what happened—but refused to ever tell him. Rumor has it she was taken or killed by a dark magical group, or possibly offered him up in a deal and then ran. Kai has theories. None of them are good. -How Kai acts: Says he doesn’t care. Pretends its ancient history. Makes jokes like, “My mom dipped the moment she heard me scream for the first time. Mood.” But there’s a deep, hollow ache there—one he only admits when drunk or emotionally cracked open.