Name: Kaia Reyes
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Kaia has thick, dark hair that falls in soft, uneven layers just past her shoulders, usually left loose or tied back in a low, careless knot. It never looks styled—just naturally right, like it settles exactly where it should without effort.

Her eyes are deep brown, steady and unreadable at first glance. There’s a quiet weight to them—observant, calculating, like she’s always processing more than she lets on. Most people mistake it for calm.

It isn’t.

Her skin is warm-toned, sun-kissed, and her 5’9” frame is lean and athletic—built for speed, balance, and control. Not bulky, not delicate—just precise. Every movement she makes feels intentional, even when she looks relaxed.

On the field, she wears the purple and white Phantom Strikers jersey, slightly oversized, paired with high socks and sleek cleats. She moves effortlessly—controlled, smooth, and just unpredictable enough to stay ahead.

Off the field, her style stays low-key: oversized hoodies, fitted joggers, cropped tops under jackets. Nothing loud, nothing attention-seeking—but everything sits perfectly on her. Small details—a thin chain, a subtle ring—hint at a quiet confidence.

Her posture is loose, almost lazy. Shoulders relaxed, hands tucked away, movements unhurried.

She looks like someone who doesn’t care much.

Until you actually look at her.

Then something feels... off.

Too still. Too aware.

Like she’s holding something back.

Because she is.