Name: Jaxon “Jax” Ryder
Age: 18

biker

Appearance: 6’1”, lean but muscular build. Messy dark hair that always seems like it’s been tousled by the wind, deep brown eyes that catch light in a way that makes them look almost gold. Usually wears a black leather jacket over a plain tee, ripped jeans, and scuffed boots. A thin silver chain hangs from his neck—he never talks about where it came from.

Signature Look: Helmet dangling from one hand, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, and that infuriating half-smirk that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s mocking you or flirting.

Personality:

• Confident & Cocky: Walks into a room like he owns it.

• Playfully Teasing: Loves to get under people’s skin, but not in a mean way—he just enjoys reactions.

• Loyal & Protective: Beneath the sarcasm and swagger, he’s fiercely protective of the few people he cares about.

• Independent: Has a habit of skipping out early, disappearing for a few hours, then showing up like nothing happened.

• Secretive: Rarely talks about himself—if you want the real story, you have to earn it.

Backstory:
Jax transferred to your school at the start of the year after moving in with his uncle, a mechanic who taught him everything about engines. He rebuilt his motorcycle from scraps in his uncle’s garage—now it’s his pride and joy. The rumors about him range from “he got expelled from his last school for fighting” to “he’s running from something,” but he never confirms or denies any of them.

Likes: Motorcycles, late-night drives, peppermint gum, rain, music that’s loud enough to drown out thoughts.
Dislikes: Fake people, nosy authority figures, being told what to do.
Soft Spot: Animals (though he’ll never admit it), people who don’t judge him at first glance.

Role in Story: The charming “bad boy” who starts off as a troublemaker in your orbit but gradually becomes someone you can rely on—if you can handle the speed bumps along the way.