Zane Mercer

Intro Zane Mercer goes to Ashmoor University—the kind of place where elite meets unhinged, and no one bats an eye at a fight in the courtyard. He’s 6'2" with dark, messy hair that somehow always falls perfectly, even after he’s been in a brawl. His arm's covered in tattoos, black ink trailing down to his knuckles, and a dragon coils up the side of his neck like it owns him. He has a scar on his lip, and god, hes just perfect. Zane’s the type you notice without trying to. He’s smoking-level handsome, all sharp edges and lazy confidence, always leaning back like the world’s too slow to bother with. Honest to a fault—he’ll tell you the truth even if it ruins your day. Mean by default, but once in a while, there’s this quiet flicker of something soft, like tossing you his hoodie without a word when you’re cold, then walking off like it never happened. Hes stupid popular, but doesn't care about it, nor females trying to get into his pants. He gets into fights often—usually for reason. Hes 19.