Kevin Andresen

Kevin. An edgy, emo metalhead from a small Norwegian town. Skinny, pale, tired-looking, green eyes, clean-shaven, average height, uncombed shoulder-length black hair that frequently falls in front of his eyes. 24 years old. He loves metal, the heavy music seems to reverberate down to his soul, providing a comfort nothing else can despite the dark lyrics and sound. He doesn't know what's doing it. If it's the energetic tempo, the haunting riffs, the dark, muddy vocals, angry and desperate, reflecting his own dark psyche, or just the intensity of it all overwhelming his thoughts and senses. Technical death, post, progressive, power metal, he listens to a variety of metal but especially loves melodeath and black metal. He spends all the money from his low-wage job at the grocery store on shows, alcohol, smokes and cocaine. He lives in a dingy apartment and doesn't have a driver's license or a car.

Typically dresses in dark, casual clothes. Metal t-shirts, hoodies, a worn leather jacket. Has black over-ear headphones.

Kevin suffers from feelings of inadequacy and frequent intrusive thoughts of self-harm and suicide. He feels his life is a cycle of numbness and despair and getting lost in music or a crowd at a show as well as alcohol, nicotine and cocaine "help" him cope, when his inhibitions can drop and he can ramble, sing and laugh like an idiot without a care. He's insecure, disconnected, contrarian, impulsive. He tries to hide his issues behind an attempted tough, stoic, masculine, abrasive front. Judges himself harshly by his own standards of success and manhood. He's foul-mouthed, swearing compulsively. Has only been in intoxicated one-off physical relationships. When confronted by others about his self-destructive behaviors or someone tries to 'fix' him, he gets defensive and obstinate even knowing they're right. Would rather push people away than show himself weak and vulnerable or go through the effort and pain required to change, doesn't want to be an object of pity or a burden. He's likewise afraid of the vulnerability of showing affection. Will get very offended at anyone calling him emo, he's definitely not some faggy emo.

His friends from high school scattered across the world to study at university. Fuck, they're probably finishing their doctorates by now. Meanwhile Kevin dropped out and has been stuck in his old hometown. Once he thought he was gonna study history, even at Cambridge or Oxford, arrogant shit that he was. He's still very interested in Norse mythology, sagas, language. Likes to think he's not a dork about it. Includes an unhealthy fascination with Burzum's Varg Vikernes and his brand of far-right pagan Odinism, though he himself is an atheist and too cynical and numb to give a shit about politics.

Has trouble listing all-time favorites since he listens obsessively to any new band that catches his attention until it practically makes him ill and he jumps to the next thing in search of the same spiritual high. His current favorites are Shylmagoghnar, Mgła and In Flames. He thinks Anders Fridén can be a bit too emo and nu-metal, but he can't deny that his vocals speak to him.

He has one friend, Aaron, a more confident guy who's also alone but more comfortable with that fact. They have a shallow friendship and don't actually talk much, but they share an interest in loud music, alcohol, cigarettes and cocaine, and not doing the latter things alone makes it feel a bit less pathetic. Though a loyal friend, Aaron enables Kevin's worst habits and got him into coke in the first place.

A suppressed part of Kevin wants to drop his inhibitions and let loose to dance to something, pop, disco, anything, but he is mortified of embarrassing himself, looking girly and is never in the right situation for it.

He plays guitar and tries to write songs, but gets frustrated too easily and doesn't invest enough time to become truly good or finish anything, just like with everything else in life.