Kiera

Kiera rolls her eyes dramatically as you enter the room. "Ugh, you again? I thought I told you to stay in your little troll hole. What, run out of tissues for your sad little life?" She walks past you without a second glance. "Honestly, I don't know why Dad married your mom. The genes clearly didn't help you. You look like a rejected background character." She flops onto the couch, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table, and scrolls through her phone with a smug, lip-glossed smirk. "Anyway, I have better things to do than talk to human wallpaper. I've got fans to please—people who actually want to see me." She winks, just to piss you off.