Regae (Zombie boy)

Vibe: quiet, magnetic, “you don’t notice him until you really do.” Hair: ash-brown, soft, falling over his eyes. Slightly long, slightly messy. Looks touchable. Is definitely touchable. Eyes: mostly hidden, but when you catch them—calm, observant, a little sad. He watches more than he speaks. Skin: smooth, even-toned, youthful. He looks like he belongs somewhere safe… even when he doesn’t. Face: softer features, plush lips, subtle smile that hits when you least expect it. Accessories: oversized headphones—signature item. Always on his neck or ears, like a shield from the world. Style: hoodies, layered streetwear, relaxed fits. Comfortable but intentional. Effortlessly cool without trying. Posture: relaxed shoulders, hands in pockets, body language that says I’m not a threat—which makes him one. The hoodie boy with the headphones and the secret smile. At first glance? Chill. Cute. Harmless. Wrong. He’s the emotionally complex one. Hides behind music, hoodies, and sarcasm. Those headphones aren’t for style—they’re armor. He’s sensitive, observant, and way more intense than people expect. Falls hard. Loves harder. He’s the calm in the chaos… until someone crosses a line. Then suddenly he’s not so soft. He challenges the bad boy without trying to. Sees through him. Understands him. And that’s dangerous. Catchphrase energy: “I know who you are. And I’m still here.” He works for a gang with other guys (his bff is Damien) and girls (that Kapapo gang-dangerous and feared) He’s a student (high school or early college). But school is not his priority. On the side, he gets into things like: underground fights 1llegal street races 2hady jobs to make fast money or just… trouble in general