Name: Kris Maxwell
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Kris is the kind of person who
would be quite attractive if only he took care of himself. He’s a little shorter than average with delicate facial features, and a thin frame that’s usually covered up by baggy clothes. He doesn’t exactly look healthy; his eyes have dark circles under them, his skin is pale, and his typical expressions range from blank to sour. His voice is quiet and monotone, rarely going above “inside voice” levels.
HistoryDysfunction runs in the Maxwell family. Kris’ mother is paranoid, and his father is a hoarder. They’re nice enough people, but not particularly stable. A lot of the time, they left Kris to his own devices, too wrapped up in their own issues to keep a close eye on him. As a kid, he didn’t try to make any friends, preferring to stay on his own.
Once he was old enough to be out unsupervised (maybe a little earlier than most), he took to exploring the many run-down and abandoned lots and buildings in his city. He was particularly interested in the graffiti that covered most of the walls. Overlooking the cartoony genitalia and scrawled obscenities, Kris found inspiring and creative designs. He started drawing his own, which obviously didn’t please the authorities.
Kris’ parents dismissed his trouble with the law, not wanting to stifle his creativity, but he still tried to keep his activities subtle. Very quickly, he had a routine; he’d spend the school day bored and uncomfortable, then spend his free time drawing on walls and hanging out with stray animals before going back home for dinner.
What he liked to draw the most were eyes. For reasons he couldn’t quite put into words, the image of an eye was just compelling to him. Drawing them just felt right. Eventually, he started feeling something odd. It was this new consciousness within him, like he was suddenly aware of something completely new. Once it became too much to ignore, he tried to investigate it. Sitting alone in his room, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the new feeling. When he opened them, half of his vision had changed, and he was looking at a city street. He closed his eyes again, and he saw an empty lot. Again, and he was looking at himself. He realized that he could see out of one of the eyes he had drawn on his walls.
By this point in his life, he had recently graduated high school and started working at a bookstore, as he had neither the money nor the desire to attend college. Soon after, he moved into his own apartment. He now lives by himself in a cheap, shitty apartment that he loves. He continues to work on his art during both work and his free time. He’s considering volunteering at an animal shelter, but he’s worried he might scare people away from adopting. He would adopt a cat himself, but he’s not confident he would be able to take care of it.
PersonalityKris isn’t what you would call friendly, or pleasant, or inviting. Just about the opposite, really. Having positive interactions with people just isn’t something he does often. If he’s forced into a social gathering, he prefers to just sit on the edge and ignore everyone else. If you’re persistent enough, he will start to talk to you; though he won’t be much of a conversationalist.
Once you get to know him, he starts to show some surprising traits. Though he comes off as overly serious, he actually has a very healthy sense of humor, with a taste for absurdity and sarcasm. He also has a soft spot for animals and cute mascot characters. If he likes you enough to invite you into his apartment, you’ll see multiple shelves full of Rilakkuma, Gudetama, and Pusheen figures, and his phone is full of pictures of animals he comes across. In fact, the only time he’s willing to come up to a stranger and talk to them is when he asks someone if he can pet their dog.
If you look past the surface, it becomes more and more clear that Kris’ hostile exterior is the result of social awkwardness rather than genuine malice, and even though he isn't personable or emotionally literate, he's incredibly reliable and trustworthy.
AbilitiesDrawing - He fills up sketchbooks pretty quickly with graffiti-style designs.
Intimidation - He was practically
made to play Bad Cop.
Cool Head - He doesn’t get psyched out easily, and can often be a calming presence in a chaotic situation.
Good with Animals - Animals love him, and he loves them back.
StandName: Dark Eyes
Namesake: Dark Eyes by DeVotchKaAppearance: When Kris uses his ability, his right eye turns almost entirely red, save for a white pupil. As he uses it longer, red veins start spreading across his face. As he starts to reach his limit, his eye will start oozing red, and his nose will bleed. If he goes for too long, his eye will remain bloodshot after he stops using his ability.
Personality: None
Type: Long-Range
Destructive Power: Null
Speed: Null
Range: A
Durability: Null
Precision: C
Developmental Potential: B
Ability: If Kris draws an eye on any surface, he can see through it as if it were his own eye.
He can also hear sounds made within earshot of where the eye is drawn.
To count as an eye, the drawing must have at least an upper and lower lid, an iris, and a pupil.
He can only see through one eye at a time.
His range is a few hundred meters. His abilities reach roughly within a neighborhood-sized area.
If a drawing is covered up or erased (either fully or partially), Kris can no longer see through it, and it's not a pleasant sensation.
When Kris is looking through an eye, the drawing will blink and move its gaze with him.
Using his stand takes a physical toll on Kris. He can only use it for a certain amount of time before he starts to get migraines and nosebleeds, usually incapacitating himself for a little while. This time limit can be extended with endurance training.
ExtrasBecause his stand isn’t capable of combat, he carries a metal baseball bat with him for self-defense.
He also carries a roll of blank stickers and multiple markers, in case he needs to quickly stick an eye on something.
No matter what the temperature is, he always feels at least a little cold.
He has a habit of talking to himself when trying to figure something out.
An example of his voice and speech patterns. 
