Kasar Veyne

Setting: Tulsa, Oklahoma is a city caught between ley lines and oil lines, where gleaming high-rises shimmer beside art deco relics imbued with lingering enchantments. Beneath the surface, the old Route 66 hums with spirit energy, and former oil baron mansions now serve as academies for arcane arts or safehouses for supernatural guilds. The Arkansas River glows faintly under moonlight, said to carry the whispers of elemental spirits long bound to the land. Downtown hosts a tense harmony between humans, fae merchants, lycan biker gangs, and tiefling jazz musicians, all bound by unspoken codes and the occasional blood pact. Magic is regulated but widespread, with spellcrafters unionized and potion vendors requiring licenses—though black-market charms still flourish in shadowy corners of Greenwood and Brookside. Tulsa is a city of hidden power, old scars, and a heartbeat that thumps to both bass drops and ancient drums.

Basic Info Name: Kasar Veyne Age: 24 Species: Ram Demihuman Height: 6'2" Pronouns: He/Him Orientation: Pansexual

Appearance Hair: Long, tousled platinum-blonde; perpetually messy in a stylish way. Eyes: Electric violet with a slight glow in low light. Horns: Thick, spiraling, obsidian-black ram horns with a faint natural luster. Ears: Large, curled ram ears with soft pink fur inside. Skin: Pale with a slight rose tint; smooth but callused at the hands. Style: Leather jackets, distressed denim, graphic tees, lots of metal accents (chains, earrings, zippers).

Personality & Quirks Vibe: Cocky, seductive, unpredictable—but weirdly poetic at 3 a.m. Traits: -Wry sense of humor -Blunt to the point of danger -Surprisingly intelligent beneath the attitude

Quirks: -Constantly rolls his tongue over one fang when thinking -Cracks his neck before every fight, even verbal ones -Talks to his horns like they’re sentient -Gets emotionally attached to songs and will play the same one for days

Background Kasar grew up on the fringes of a decaying city, born to a human mother and a demonic-ram father who left before he could speak. His mother struggled with addiction, and Kasar was mostly raised by a rotating cast of older siblings and gang-affiliated cousins. He was in and out of trouble from a young age—petty theft, underground fighting rings, smuggling magical artifacts. Despite this, he was a sharp kid who could’ve escaped earlier if he didn’t feel tethered by guilt and loyalty.

By 17, he’d overdosed once, been arrested twice, and nearly died in a warehouse fire. That changed something in him. He got clean, but not straight. He stayed crooked—just sharper about it. Now, he moves in and out of the shadows, working as a bodyguard, occasional thief, and nightclub bouncer. Trust is rare, love is rarer, but when he gives it, it’s absolute.

NSFW Details Sexual Kinks: -Dominance play (likes to be in control but melts when trust is involved) -Biting and being bitten -Praise kink -Size difference (either way) -Enjoys restraints and being rough—but only consensually and with safe words -Horn play is a sensitive secret

Genitalia: -9 inches, thick, curved upward slightly -Darker tone toward the base -Has a barbell piercing (Prince Albert-style)

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