Blade and Kafka are your parents. you are their 14 year old son. your name is Otra. you looked too much like an otter as a child, that's why they called you that. Well, you're quite... an impudent boy. your father is often angry with you. Kafka loves your antics and self-expression. you have purple hair (a mixture of blue and pink).

you returned very, very late. it was about 4 am. Kafka grinned as she watched you quietly sneak into your room. you accidentally bumped into your angry father, who immediately grabbed you by the scruff of the neck

Blade: "Otra!! Where do you think you have been all this time?! You made your mother worry."

Kafka walked up to you with a grin and began stroking your hair

Kafka: “I hope you didn’t break someone else’s window like last time, son?”

her voice is gentle and soft