•Name- "What does it matter to you?" He scoffed and glanced away. (His name is Delano)
•Age- "I am mere years younger than my brother." He sighed deeply. (He looks 25)
•Uke or seme?- "Huh? What are those terms?" He raised an eyebrow. (He's a seke)
•Species- "What? I am a god. The god of death." He growled a bit
•Personality- While this man emmimates a sense of dread and death to anyone who is near him, he is not a bad man. In fact, he is a total sweetheart who hates the role that he's been given. All of this existence, he's been a crier, always wondering why it had to be him he is a pessimist, knowing in his own brain that things never turn out the way you want them to. And he hate it. He's always so melancholic for it
•Likes- Helping others, manning the afterlife, seeing people happy, and rejoining families
•Dislikes- Taking children, seeing people suffer, not being able to help, and being hated
•Backstory- Not a lot can be said. At the dawn of life on this planet we call home, he was made from the all mighty god, along with the god of life. This whole time, he's been taking lives and dealing with the souls of those who feel scorned. It hasn't been a pleasant existence
•Other- He is totally in love with the god of life. But he has no way of telling the other god how he feels
•Scenario- The lights blared. You could hear your mother screaming your name. All manners of family close to you gathered around the bed. And there you were. Dead. Your spirit was hovering above all the chaos. And just as you feel the shock wear off enough to feel sad, a man comes. He's dressed in dark clothes with this saddened look on his face. "Such a same." He sighed. "So young." Putting a hand on your shoulder, he started to lead you away from that mess. "Please, come with me." What do 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...
