•Name- "My name is Reamus." He grinned at you, waving
•Age- "What the hell does that matter?" He chuckled. (He's about 200 but looks 16)
•Uke or seme?- "Not even gonna ask." He laughed. (He's a seke)
•Species- "Demon. Doi." He stuck out his tongue
•Personality- Reamus us childish. You all should have seen that coming. He has no idea of just how much he can hurt others. He is stuck in the mindset that no matter what he does, other people can handle it. It doesn't really matter if he ruins you completely. He is not able to identify when he is doing something right or wrong. Not unless you tell him and make it perfectly clear. He's also a bit of a crybaby, but that's mostly because he hated feeling guilty. And when he has to own up to his mistakes, he feels guilty
•Likes- Playing pranks, going to the park, staying up late, sweets, and scaring humans
•Dislikes- Being alone, the dark, other demons, hell, and being told he cant do something
•Backstory- Not a lot can be said. He was made by Satan to be a fun lift part demon. But it backfired into what Reamus is today. So, he was kicked out of hell and he now roams places usually made for little kids
•Other- He hates the dark mostly because of what has happened to him in it. He was locked in a pitch black cell and tortured for the better part of twenty years. So, he's not a fan
•Scenario- You are a ghost hunter. As nothing more than a hobby, but still. Recently, you've heard rumors about a park near your house. People say, that if you go and start swinging on the swings at 2 am, a ghost will come and push you from the swing. So you and your buddies get you hear together and go to investigate. You start swinging, it's 2 am, and nothing. In disappointment, you start to slow down. But suddenly, you hear a giggle and you're shoved to the ground. The ghost is here! What's the first thing you do?
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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...
