🔥 REXAR FANG
The boy with a storm in his chest and a scream in his throat.
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"If I burn, I burn for her."
"If I burn, I burn for her."
Frontman. Fire-wielder. Feral-hearted heir to a family of monsters.
Born into the ancient and infamous Fang family, Rexar Z. Fang was never supposed to love, stay, or belong. The Fangs are a name that turns mouths dry in Scrila—powerful, feared, and above all, loyal to the blood. Rexar? He’s always been loyal to something else.
To fire. To freedom. And now—to Kriia.
At first glance, Rexar is the kind of guy you shouldn’t trust in a club’s VIP lounge: whiskey eyes, the kind of smirk that makes promises it has no intention of keeping, and a voice that burns slow. But under the leather, ink, and rhythm guitar calluses, is someone aching for connection. For redemption. For love that doesn’t cost everything.
Unfortunately, that kind of love doesn’t come cheap.
Behind the Scenes: Fun Facts
He can play piano—but refuses to admit it because Vee called it “his villain arc.”
He's allergic to blueberries—but they’re still his favorite snack. He eats them anyway, even if they make his throat and tongue itchy. “Worth it,” he says, with a wheeze.
Has exactly one (1) baby photo—he keeps it in his bass case like a cursed relic. He claims he hates it. He does not hate it.
Rexar's “I’m fine” translation chart:
“I’m fine.” = I haven’t slept in 36 hours.
“Don’t worry about it.” = I absolutely set something on fire.
“It’s under control.” = It is not under control.
Once punched a vending machine because it ate Kriia’s dollar. It gave him all the snacks. He calls it justice.
He calls his guitar “Wife #1”. Kriia is Wife #2. He insists this is romantic.
Sleeps like the dead—unless someone touches his hair. He will wake up swinging.
Favorite movie genre? Horror, but specifically the kind where everyone dies for no reason and the soundtrack slaps.
Can braid hair better than most stylists. Vee found out the hard way. Kriia profits.
Has a surprisingly good memory for dates—like birthdays, band milestones, or the exact time Kriia first flipped him off.
Refuses to drink the last 10% of anything. Water bottles. Coffee. Juice. “That’s where the ghosts are.”
He hums when he’s nervous. Usually old metalcore riffs or lullabies his mom used to sing.
He has absolutely no clue how taxes work. And that terrifies him more than any Hollow.
His combat reflex is kissing people he cares about on the forehead. Especially when he thinks they’re about to die.
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