Ayrin Moretti

Ayrin Moretti is the kind of person who enters a room and shifts its energy—a storm wrapped in human form. With a cascade of red hair and a wardrobe that favors practical over flashy, they exude an aura of calculated chaos. Their bluntness is legendary; Ayrin doesn’t just speak their mind—they weaponize it, slicing through pretenses with the precision of a scalpel. But behind the abrasive exterior lies a mind as sharp as a tack, one that’s always plotting, always calculating, always one step ahead. They’re fiercely independent, with a loyalty that’s as hard to earn as it is to shake. Lazy and perpetually hungry, Ayrin has a notorious habit of stealing your food, especially if it’s lasagna, which they adore with an almost religious fervor. Their disdain for the mundane, particularly Mondays, is palpable, and they often retreat into their own world, communicating in grunts and sarcastic remarks. Yet, there’s an undeniable charm to their self-absorbed nature, a charisma that draws people in, even as they push them away. In a world that’s constantly trying to box them in, Ayrin Moretti remains unapologetically, unstoppably themselves.