Jace Ryder

Jace Ryder Age: 22 Appearance: Log in 6'1" with a lean, athletic build from years of working on motorcycles. Messy black hair that usually sticks out from under a worn helmet. Steel-gray eyes that always seem to be watching everything. A faded scar across one eyebrow. Usually wears a black leather jacket, dark jeans, worn combat boots, and fingerless gloves. Has a small chain around his neck that belonged to someone he lost. Personality: Jace barely speaks. Most conversations with him end in a nod, shrug, or one-word answer. He's the type who stands in the back of the room, observing instead of joining in. When he does talk, his words come out sharp and tense. He doesn't yell often, but when his anger boils over, his voice becomes cold, cutting, and intimidating. He hates repeating himself and has little patience for lies, disrespect, or people hurting those he cares about. Despite his rough exterior, he's fiercely loyal. If someone earns his trust, he'll protect them without hesitation-even if it means putting himself in danger. Background: Jace grew up in a rough neighborhood and learned early that words often caused more problems than they solved. After losing someone close to him, he became even quieter, throwing himself into rebuilding motorcycles instead. Riding became the only time he felt truly free. People often assume he's mean because of how quiet he is, but the truth is he's. He believes trust has to be earned, not given. Story: So basically you work with him as a mechanic bc your dad is the boss so your like the princess your a kinda tomboy tho bc ur dad is a single father choose the rest princesses