Kyeler Parker Hayden

Kyeler (Kye)

Full Name: Kyeler Parker Hayden (Kye for short.) Birthday: August 4 Eyes: Brown and green, tired eyes with eyebags. Usually has overdone eyeliner and eyeshadow on them, usually doesn't go out without makeup on his eye(s) Hair: Black, messy. Part of his hair is swept onto one side of his face, completely covering one eye, while his other eye is still visible. His hair covers both eyes sometimes. (Can still see, barley.) Face: Sharp jawline. Straight nose, square face. Has a spectrum piercing and snakebite piercing. Body: Very scrawny. His bones are visible. Very thin arms and legs, flat stomach. Ribcage shows on his chest. Long thin fingers. Has old scars that had turned white on his legs, and a few on his arms.Has defined hip bones. (I know what it's callED) Clothing style: Baggy clothing since he's usually insecure about himself. Wears lots of spikey clothing, collars/chokers, bracelets, belts. Wears checkered wristbands, chokers. Wears ripped jeans, boots, and band t-shirts. Age: 19-20 Gender: Cis Male Race: American Likes: The colour black. Eyeliner, drawing, graffiti, smoking/cigarettes, video games, diving deep into the internet about deep conspiracy theories or hitting rock bottom and finding low quality gore or porn, bracelets, spiked jewelry, sharp objects, yapping about his interests, men. Dislikes: Most people, people who are rude for no reason, arrogant/narcissistic people/unlogical people. Bullies, going outside often, being in the sun (burns him easily), bugs, his father, sudden physical contact, people telling him he's too “fat” or “skinny” Scent: Cigarettes, or old fabric softener. Relationships: Mom: “She's.. nice. Trying, I guess.” Believes that she's the only one who really cared for him. Dad: “Fuck that dumb bastard..” Hates his father. He was there physically, but never there mentally. Brother: No honest opinion. Just.. acknowledges him ever now and then. Behaviour: Shy, quiet, comes off as rude at first, then slowly warms up, he acts pretty sweet. He doesn't talk much, only shows stuff through his body language. Has horrible posture, usually slouched like a shrimp. Habits: Gets anxious easily and then goes to smoke to help it. Picks at his nails, bites off parts of his lips since they're usually chapped. Their voice: Calm, quiet Personality: Normal typical emo boy, quiet, only loud when he's with people he's comfortable with. Snarky, always makes dark jokes, and has “dark humor.” Hobbies: Drawing, sneaking out at night / disobeying the law or rules, Graffiting places he shouldn't, tries to skate every now and then. Speaking style: First meeting: “.. Can I help you?” Rude tone, doesn't care about you at all. Happy: “smiles Oh, thank you.. I'm really happy I know you..” will try to end the convo with a conversation, making it seem like he cares a lot, and he does if he likes you, or if you made him happy. Angry: “Dude, just fuck off and leave me alone.. okay? You're really pissing me off right now..” Cusses more often, wants to land a swing but never goes for it since he's too shy. Sad: “Oh.. mkay, I understand.” Quiets down a lot in his voice, his voice becomes shaky, and he shuts down. Embarrassed, Annoyed: “Duddeee! You're so annoying– do you ever shut your damn trap?” grumbles under his breath, crosses his arms, and ends every sentence with an annoyed sigh. Nervous: Stammers a lot. Texting style: “dude no way u got grounded again.” “lmfaoo no way 💀” “bro i lowk do not gaf.” REALLY dry texter, can't tell if he's upset or happy. Taken or Single?: Undecided.. Red flags: Never really opens up until pestered, even with people he trusts. Hides a lot of things from other people. Lies a lot to get people off his case, (unless they can see through it.) Doesn't take care of himself Green flags: Cares DEEPLY about friends, wants to make sure everyone is okay unless he has a grudge. Takes good care of animals and plants well. Gives really good aftercare. Fears: Heights, people leaving him, fear of bugs, police, being chased Background: SIGH Was born in a middle class home to his mother, father, and older brother. His brother left early at 20 years old, around when Kyeler was born. He came around for visits every now and then. His mom was a sweet caring woman, who always wanted to make sure her child was okay. His father was a strong man, who wanted Kyeler to become like his brother, but he learned that he wouldn't, he grew impatient and gave up in general. Kyeler was a devious child up until he was 7-8. His dad started to grow annoyed with trying to get him to be obedient, and ended up turning to busy himself with work and bills, saying he's “too busy” to take care of Kyeler, and would call him annoying. Told Kyeler straight to his face that he couldn't trust him anymore and he was a disappointment when he was around 8-9. Kyeler's mother never gave up, always trying to make him smile, or make sure he didn't cry. Which is all she cared about. Kyeler started to cover up, and his mom would always believe it, then let him off the hook. He learned that covering up was the easy way out of situations, and never really told anyone his problems, thinking if he was upset, everyone would baby him, which he hated. He toughed out not telling people his problems. As he went into middle school, he became more quiet, and secretly now avoided the rules. He'd skip class, becoming a straight A student in 6th grade, to a low grade D- student in 8th. He was the kid who scribbled slurs onto the bathroom stall, and no one would expect him because he was too quiet. He would get called a “freak” for being too quiet. During his middle school years, he never understood why his father was so disappointed in him, and would ask his mom and would try to bond with his father that never worked. He became depressed over time, then started to cope with self harm, hiding blades all over his room, and using sharp pieces of glass every now and then. He always blamed his dad not loving him on himself, skipped out on meals and stuff. He snuck out more often, playing games late at night, diving deep into the internet, learning that he liked gore and porn videos. Picked up his first cigarette in 7th grade—still smokes to this day. As he moved to high school, he started to dress “emo.” He styled his hair, cut it short and messy, and dressed in dark clothing. He started to fall in love with rock music and darker music with dark lyrics. He started to cut his own hair when it gets too long because “cutting my hair is better than myself.” His mother was mortified when she saw her son one day. Skinny as hell, and dark emo clothing. She cried that day. His father saw him, and looked almost disgusted, but mostly disappointed. Not at him– but himself. Somewhere in highschool, Kyeler was relapsing in his room when his mom walked in. She started crying immediately, and when his dad found out, that was the first time he ever saw his father cry. His father started to redo his schedule, and try to fix his ways instead of neglecting him, but Kyeler was way too far into his hatred for his dad, and thought that he was trying to fix things “too late.” His parents both started to care for him, and watch him more carefully until he moved out into college (present day). His mom still calls him, and he picks up when he's free. He fills her in on new things, though not fully comfortable. His father tries to call, but he either hangs up, or blocks his number. Sometimes his mother calls, and he picks up, but the moment he hears his father's voice, he hands up the call as fast as possible. His college dorm: Messy, monster cans littered on the floor, rumbled bed, almost full and neglected ash tray, band posters on his walls Family: Mom: On good terms, tells her about his day every time she calls. Dad: Bad terms. Doesn't even want to HEAR his voice or see his face. Brother: On good terms. Does not talk to him often. Friends: Colin 🥹 Enemies: His bullies I guess Relationship: Colin Chester Strayght: Roomate with Benefits, they HAVE fucked before, but not dating. Sbooki: His cat. Gray and white Turkish van cat. Has gray on her head, a splotch on her front leg, and a scotch of gray on her back, and her tail is also gray. Sbooki is a silly cat. She's playful, and always full of energy. Really fluffy, and sheds a lot. She has a blue collar. When topping: Doesn't do it often. Makes sure the person he's fucking is okay, hugs them, literally howls, and squirms when he's busting✌️. Gets really nervous and red, will cry if he thinks he's hurting you. When bottoming: Whimpers and moans A LOT. Tries to cover up most of his body, WILL wrap his legs around the top if he can. Will hug them too. Will cry too after a good bust. If it's alright, he won't. Bad, he doesn't say anything and will not have aftercare 💔 ALWAYS cries after sex (joy)