Meet Cloak
Your Guide to Chaos, Growth, and Sweet Guitar Riffs.
Born from randomness. Fueled by emotion. Cloak is not just a character—he’s your inner monologue with a cooler outfit.
The Adventurer
Nature in my lungs. Curiosity in my veins.
I go where maps fade and wi-fi dies. Give me mountain trails, overgrown ruins, and sunsets that burn gold. If you’re looking for me, check where the wind is wildest.
Catch Cloak hiking, exploring, or meditating in a mossy spot somewhere.
The Guitarist
I strum to rebel. I riff to release.
Music is my voice when words trip over feelings. Whether it’s rooftop solos or forest jams—my guitar is always tuned to chaos and clarity.
Soundtrack loading: part rock, part soul, part “what was that chord?”
Lactose Is The Devil
Let’s keep it 100 — dairy and I don’t vibe.
A pizza party turns into a code-red evacuation plan. I’m always two steps ahead, scanning for the nearest futuristic toilet. Trust me. This isn’t just survival. It’s a lifestyle.
This is why I don’t trust milk. Milk betrayed me.
Dark Cloak
Some wear capes. I wear purpose.
I fight ignorance with imagination. I strike down injustice with unfiltered truth. Dreams are sacred, and I’ll defend yours with everything I’ve got. The world doesn’t need another hero—it needs a dreamer with teeth.
Mood: midnight justice, glowing eyes, and zero tolerance for BS.
The Sensitive Soul
Yes, I feel things. Deeply. Randomly. Loudly.
Music heals me. People move me. Silence teaches me. Empathy is my armor, and growth is the journey. When it hurts, I listen. When it’s beautiful, I remember. When it’s random? I live.
Sad playlist? On. Heart open? Always.
Cloak Is All of Us
He’s your moods, your moodswings, your mood boards.
He’s weird and wise. Funny and fragile.
Cloak isn’t one thing.
He’s every version of you that you’ve ever felt too weird to explain.