Nickname: Ket

Birth name: N/A

Age: Seventeen years old, though he doesn't know that himself.

Physical description: Ket is one of the rare human cases that has been born with red eyes, he has had to run away from a church one time simply because the pastor named him the Devil himself. He is approximately 6' 4" and is woefully skinny, his ribcage is defined beneath his clothes. His clothes consist of a black leather duster, a white shirt that is very dirty, and tight black jeans that have the knees missing. His shoes are the color black as well, and they have a few holes in them as well. His hair is bright red and it hangs all around to his waist, he usually keeps the mass behind him to avoid having to deal with it.

Personality: Ket is a scathing individual that cares for nobody else in the world, sometimes not even himself. He is selfish, but only in the way that he has nobody to share or give to and what he takes is strictly for survival. Ket is never sarcastic, he always insults people directly in his own colorful terms. He finds life meaningless but on the other hand finds death quite frightening, it is the only thing he can't figure out. He will be quick to point out a person's flaws and belittle their strengths, he once made somebody commit suicide on a tram because of a 15 minute conversation. Ket is not evil, he just couldn't give a damn about anything.

Summed up personality: Pessimistic.

Natural habitat: Big cities.

Past and present: Ket's past is always a blur to him, breaking almost on amnesia. He remembers always running and never staying in any one place for too long. He doesn't know of any parents, or his name for that matter, he just chose one randomly to give to anybody it meant something to. He's not a people person, so he can't keep a job those few times he's tried to get one. Ket's meals usually come out of a trash can or the gutter, sometimes he'll even grab a passing rat and proclaim "dinner time."

Ket had fallen on hard times, he hadn't had a meal in a number of days and so he began hallucinating, he was also exhausted from lack of sleep, all leading up to his coma.

Weapons and fighting style: Ket has two weapons at his disposal, a medium-sized dagger he keeps on the inside of one of his duster's sleeves(The right one most of the time,) and fire that he is able to conjure from nothing.

Fire: It ignites from out of his hand in a stream and is fueled by his emotions, if he is angry it can become the fiery equivalent of a fire hose. But, he can also fire it in a short burst, hurling a ball of flame at enemies, it even has a slight splash effect when it lands. Ket cannot be burned by his own fire, but it will burn anything else. It can be put out by normal means, water, dirt, ect.

Dagger: Having used it almost his whole life (It's anybody's guess whether he stole it or found it,) Ket is very skilled with his trusty dagger. He can block and slice and all that good stuff gracefully and perfectly, he won't throw it unless he knows he's going to hit his opponent right between the eyes.

Style of fighting: Ket neither fears nor looks forward to battling people, it's just business with him. He will be straight-forward in his fighting style, but occasionally he will fight dirty. He has no problem with kicking somebody when they're down, but he avoids it unless he deems it necessary, he likes to beat people knowing he actually beat them without cheating.

Intellect: Ket is full of street smarts, but in knowledge of the world and school-taught subjects he is somewhat dim.

Mind state: Ket is back to normal in his own mind, no hunger pangs or anything. He will be scathing as usual to any things or people he meets in his mind. Though... one would wonder if occasionally his hunger would mess with his mind every once in a while. Also, just so everybody knows, while in his coma time has stopped. If he gets through the tournament, only half a day will have gone by in real time.