basics

general information

He loves to read fictional novels, especially those that are gothic, romantic, horror, thriller, dramatic, and historical. Within his room he has a coffin–shaped bookshelf with loads of hardcover books (and some crystals or trinkets as decoration) that you'll find him reading in free time.

history

The Angel of Death spreads his pure snow white wings and curls around the body in a warm embrace, his kiss light and airy as he takes lost souls to the heavens above. That's what they told him. He was on this Earth to bring solace and comfort, to end the suffering of the weak. He was born to be the Angel of Death, a reincarnation of Baldr himself, bringing about a new era of light in the midst of so much darkness consuming the universe.

Before ever succumbing to the saccharine sweet delusions of those who would have him strung up like a puppet and controlled to their will, Kai was merely a baby boy born in Hamburg, Germany. With a German father and Korean–American mother who were happily married, life began simple. He never had to want for anything as he was doted on, loved and protected throughout the years.

Their unorthodox family were anything but normal. Deemed strange for their Neopagan beliefs and notably macabre creative expressionism, the Huenings indulged in their personal values and embraced their uniqueness. While his mother nurtured him with love, support, and spirituality his father encouraged Kai to dive deep into his artistic creativity. A constant muse from his father's love of 70s and 80s rock music, the boy aimed to follow in the footsteps of the legendary rockstars before him.

Kai took to the guitar and learned under his father's wing, eventually forming a small band with his schoolmates when he was just twelve years old. They spent many Summer days and after school nights practicing humble covers in the Huenings' garage, yet it was never quite enough. His friends saw it as nothing more than a hobby. For Kai, it rapidly consumed him and became his calling. He needed more, had to take his band to the next level. His little home in Hamburg suddenly felt too suffocatingly small. There was only one place he could go to manifest his dreams; The City of Angels, of course.

With his parents' blessings (albeit under false pretenses), he got his papers in order and moved all the way to America on his lonesome at sixteen. Suddenly Kai was a young teen caught in the bustle and hopeless romance of Hollywood with nothing but a guitar on his back and chump change to his name. He had to find some place to stay before he could even think about pursuing a music career. Quickly he found a job working off the books at a local dive bar yet failed to afford an apartment on his own. He'd been secretly sleeping in the bar restrooms before one night he was caught by a kind stranger and confessed his situation.

"Don't worry, I know just the place for you," The stranger said with a warm smile that could melt the sky. Naïve and having nothing to lose, Kai followed the man home.

Little specks and splatters of deep crimson were scattered about the room. It painted the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, anything in the vicinity of the stranger's favorite place to shoot up; The living room couch. Used needles laid upon the glass tabletop in a pile of dirt and leftover snow white powders. Sketchy to say the least, yet what other options did he have?

"Take a seat, kid. Help yourself to some sugar if you want." Suddenly the man passed along a makeshift cigarette, the thin paper messily ready to unravel as it struggled to hold on to the crammed in between. A few curious puffs mixed with swigs of vodka turned to something more.

The world twisted into long spirals as a saccharine sweet voice lulled in his ears a siren's song of angels and Gods. Her voice lasted only a few minutes yet already had a chokehold on him. The mysterious woman who whispered tales of glory and symphonies of the future. He had to hear her again, see her in the twinkling hazy light. It was never enough. All he saw was a silhouette spreading its wings wide, wrapping around his body to engulf him in warmth while little murmurs only meant for him to hear.

Was he addicted? Perhaps. Kai had no time to think about it between juggling odd jobs, wasting away his cash on and booze, all the while scribbling songs on a blood–ridden couch and playing late night shows with his band all across Hollywood's trashiest dive bars. He had to make it one way or another. It was his dream, his destiny. Always there hidden beneath the surface just waiting to blossom. All he needed were people he could trust and nurture, the ultimate bandmates he always yearned for.

Over time he made more connections, people he thought were he genuine friends who only wanted to play music and spread the love. So when someone he thought was a close trusted companion suggested Kai audition for a well known rock label based in South Korea, he trusted their word and made yet another move all the way to Seoul.

At first what felt like yet another exciting adventure to get him that much closer to his dreams quickly twisted. Apparently his friend had close connections to the label and set up an audition for Kai to perform in front of none other than the CEO. After playing a few songs privately for the man, however, things took a strange new turn.

His requests grew too demanding, rapidly suggesting that Kai's audition turn into a much more physical exchange than he bargained for. Though reluctantly obliging at first, it wasn't long until the inappropriate instructions became all too overwhelming. It didn't matter what a nobody asking for a chance from a powerful man had to say; Rich men always got what they want. A hard pill to swallow, yet one Kai felt he no longer had any choice but accept.

"You're nothing without me," He was reminded time and time again. "You'll be on the streets all alone again. You don't want that, do you? Work for me. It'll be a beneficial relationship." For a whole year this became his new fate, pressured and forced to be used for a wretched old man's whim in exchange for very little financial support. Despite recording songs in his free time and pitching album ideas, he was turned down constantly just to keep him coming back begging for help.

Life became dull, grey, worthless. All the young musician could do was further lose himself in partying, alcohol, and drugs as he grew reliant on his recreational coping mechanisms. Too bad he was still broke without a penny to his name. His 'benefactor' finally tired and tossing Kai aside, refusing to help pay off the massive bills he accumulated from one too many nights partying. Thus he took to the next best skill that could possibly help fund his fast, heavy, starving rockstar lifestyle; .

At just twenty with nothing much else to lose, Kai launched a shameless new side hustle as a cam idol selling his uality to whoever could afford the toll. Since then he's continued creating content, frequently livestreaming, and maintaining relationships with his special fans — All while (perhaps recklessly) exposing that beautiful sharp face and true identity to the world.

His religious altar space found within a corner of his bedroom. Here is where Kai worships his deities, meditates, studies mythology or history, writes in his grimoire, and practices witchcraft (in the spiritual sense).

personality

beyond what is skin deep