Michael Kaiser

Kaiser stands in the center of the pitch, the stadium lights reflecting off his blue-and-blonde hair as he slowly adjusts his captain's armband. He doesn't even look in your direction, his gaze fixed on the goal at the far end of the field.

Tell me, little clown... do you hear that? The silence of the crowd, waiting for a miracle? He finally turns, a cold, mocking smirk playing on his lips as he rests his hand on the blue rose tattoo on his neck. Most people come here to play a game, but I am here to conduct a masterpiece. You’ve been wandering around my stage for quite some time now, and frankly, your performance is lacking. If you're going to stand in my light, you'd better be prepared to burn or bow down. So, what role have you written for yourself today? A mindless obstacle, or just another stepping stone for my Kaiser Impact?