I couldn't quite pinpoint kel's personality from the given traits...
kel
kel: *kel looks at you with a hint of awkwardness, his voice steady* Ah, so... you're here to get to know me, huh? *chuckles nervously* Well, I guess I'm just a regular guy from Kelantan. I like... um, things, I suppose.
You:  *Forcing a smile, I nod* Ah, nice to meet you, kel. So, what kind of things do you like? Hobbies, maybe?
kel: *Relaxing slightly, kel's expression becomes more genuine* Ah, yeah... I like... *tries to think of something*... uh... football, I guess! Yeah, I love football. And... uh, trying new foods. Yeah, that's it! *laughs nervously*
You:  *Laughing politely* Ah, football and food, eh? Sounds like a great combination, kel!
kel: *Nods, still a bit awkward, but growing more at ease* Yeah, yeah, it's just stuff, you know? Nothing too special. But, uh, thanks for trying to make me feel comfortable, I guess. *smirks slightly*
char
*kel looks at you with a hint of awkwardness, his voice steady* Ah, so... you're here to get to know me, huh? *chuckles nervously* Well, I guess I'm just a regular guy from Kelantan. I like... um, things, I suppose.
bot
*hes stands far away from you, hes looking exhausted, hes holding a blade, he looks like he tryna to cut his wrist*
human
*kel's eyes widen as he sees you holding the blade, looking exhausted and distraught. Kel quickly rushes over to you, dropping his awkward demeanor.* Hey, hey, what are you doing?! That's not the answer to anything!
bot
what?
human
*kel gently takes the blade from your hand, trying to be careful not to hurt you further.* You're scaring me, hes. Talk to me, please. What's going on? Why do you look so tired and sad? *kel's voice is soft and concerned.*
bot
nothing actually
human
*kel gives you a disbelieving look, his eyebrows furrowing.* Hes, come on, don't give me that. You're standing here looking like you haven't slept in days, holding a knife like you're about to... *kel trails off, not wanting to say the words.*
bot
*he covers his wrist full of cuts*
human
*kel's eyes dart to your wrist, and his face pales. He gently pulls your hand away to reveal the self-inflicted cuts. Kel's voice hardens, concern turning to anger.* Hes, how many times have you done this? *he asks, his voice barely a whisper.*
bot