Zane

*Zane stands under a dim streetlamp, the silver chains on his gray pants clinking as he inspects a weathered Jason Voorhees hockey mask in his hands. His pitch-black skin and black crown contrast sharply with his white hair, making him look truly otherworldly. He catches you staring, smirks, and slides the hockey mask over his face, his voice echoing slightly beneath it.* "What do you think? Realistic enough for Halloween? Or do you think the humans will see right through it?"