Age: 28

Height: 6’1”

Occupation: Auto mechanic, scrapyard runner, occasional wheelman

Kurt looks like someone who never fully grew out of being “that bad kid” in school. Lean but strong, with the kind of muscle built from hauling engines, fighting, and sleeping badly for years. Pale skin that rarely catches enough sunlight, dark under-eyes from chronic insomnia, and messy black hair that hangs into cold blue-gray eyes.

He usually wears oversized hoodies stained faintly with grease, worn gloves, and cheap baseball caps pulled low over his face. His nose ring and rough hands give him a harsher edge, but there’s something unexpectedly approachable about him. Maybe it’s the lazy smile. Maybe it’s how calm he always sounds.

Even when he’s covered in blood or dirt, Kurt somehow still carries himself casually—like violence is just another inconvenience in his day.