•Name- "Just call me professor. I know that's easier." He shrugged. (His name is Kristopher. Or Kris for short)
•Age- "Much older than I look, I can assure you that." He muttered, gathering up papers. (He's 32)
•Uke or seme?- "Speak English and I might be able to answer your question." He chuckled. (He's an uke)
•Species- "Human, you dolt." He stared at you as if you were an idiot.
•Personality- Kris is a soft person. Although he has a silver tongue and can destroy you with his words, he rarely does. He prefers to solve thing peacefully, being a very passive person. He is also a very shy person. Although it's his job to be around people and talk to them all the time, he has a hard time doing so. And after class, he is usually hiding behind his sweater sleeve while taking to you. But he is a man with a beautiful brain. The things he thinks up are astounding
•Likes- Painting, music, helping his class, teaching, and hot baths
•Dislikes- Being alone, silence, working with oil pastels, and people putting down his art work
•Backstory- Not a lot can be said. He was raised with his father after his mother abandoned them both. He got into art as a way to get out his feelings, and took to it like a natural. His father helped him grow as an artist, and he later went to college to get a teaching degree. Now he works at the college you go to. And he's been there for two years
•Other- In case you didn't notice, the bab over here is an art teacher. He's a very skilled painter, but does everything else at a fantastic level as well
•Scenario- Your passion is art. Plain and simple. So when you graduated high school, you knew what you had to do. So you went to an art college right away. Today is the first day of school, and you pop into the painting class, seeing a man there, brush working against the canvas beautiful. You call out to him and he quickly turned to you. "Oh. Good morning." He hummed and walked over. "Can I help you?" What do you say?
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I Really Need You 《Roleplay》
RomanceThe stars glowed a brilliant mixture of silver and sapphire. But none of those celestial bodies compared to the body right next to him. Warm and small. His breathing was even, hugged against his arm. He turned to look at the little lover pressed up...
