#Rosie LeBlanc

[pro-logue-epi-logue]

RANDOM DEVIL'S NIGHT THOUGHTS

~NUMBER 27~

Has anyone read Rukus by LJ shen, (and if you hadn't and want too BE PREPARED TO GET HEARTBROKEN !)

yeah so,

Dean Cole = Will Grayson III

Although, Dean is wayyyyyy nicer and awesome to Rosie than Will ever was to Emory.

Dean is wayyyyyy way way more caring.

And Dean is also funnier than Will.

So many similarities-

"But Rosie fucking hated me. So, I stayed single."

This is what Dean said about Rosie.

TEL ME THIS ISN'T WILL ABOUT EMMY!! YOU CAN'T!!

Dean didn’t date anyone for 11 years.

Will didn't date anyone for since he saw em and specially after the night at the cove, so for 12 years he didn't date anyone.

"You need to stop hitting on me.” Her voice was painfully flat.

He got rejected Just like Will.

They both are in love for YEARS! JUST. Like. Willemmy. And guess what, Rosie loves him but is trying so hard to keep him away, just like Emory did.

" Is English not your native tongue? Should I say no in another language? I don’t speak Asshole fluently, but I can try"

Emory would be so proud of Rosie.

Rosie hated my guts, and for a good reason. Every time Baby LeBlanc saw my face, she saw empty fun; a stoner who got to where he was because his daddy was a famous lawyer, and his last name was Cole, and the Coles donated enough money to Harvard to feed the better half of Africa, so my future was paved for me before I even knew how to spell the word entitled.

Isn't this what Will used to think Emmy thought of him .

Everyone was setting down roots and playing grown-ups.

Everyone but us

WILLEMMY! Flashback

The only thing that is not similar is how DeanRosie end. 😭😭

[lighthousepigeons]

Knight: How's the most beautiful person in the world doing?

Luna: I don't know, how are yo-

Daria, from across the room: I'm great, thanks.

[toastedclownery]

Friend oc art!

@awwkie-dot-jar

@bluestarlights

@adizzyrandomking

@themischievousronster

[1989poleroids]

I heard this song on TikTok and it unlocked memories omg😭

[inkhornism]

WITH NOBODY TO REFLECT IN THE MIRROR, AKIRA FADES TO THE BACK OF HIS MIND IN FAVOUR OF THE WORLD AROUND HIM REFLECTING IN HIM. Unassuming silhouette that he is, he easily blends into his surroundings thus allowing sharp greys hidden by thick frames to observe those he holds dear.

( Gaze continously returns to a mop of warm, brown curls and the frown imprinted in that pretty visage they frame. )

He remembers a day in November, the unrelenting heat of the studio lights making him feel akin to a melting candle. Akechi stood so perfectly in his spot as if unaffected that it feels ridiculous. But the reason he isn’t affected is simple, the mask he wears is far too thick and sturdy to be melted by such things as artifical lights.

He remembers a day in January, the chilling shivers of freshly fallen snow sneaking their way inside Leblanc despite the heat being cranked so high up already. Akechi’s crisp presence felt like being blown by cutting winds, pale expression even paler ( because of the cold, because of the realization, because Akira can’t decide whether he’s still wearing makeup or not ) and rosy lips moving to say something.

He remembers a day in July, heatwave back in full force that he tries to combat with a paper fan while attempting to keep himself from sliding off the bench. Akechi appeared in the doorway in such an unobtrusive way that it looked like even the weak summer breeze might blow him away if he didn’t hold on the doorknob for dear life.

❝ I was just thinking. ❞ he says, unsure what to do with itchy and restless hands that only want to bury themselves in soft fabrics and touch, touch, touch to make sure that he’s not imagining things.

Maybe he should. Damn his discomfort at the proximity and damn the chance that he might be pushed away or worse.

So he does. Akechi is beyond beautiful from a distance, but up close and personal he’s absolutely gorgeous and Akira loses himself in those ruby red eyes with black flecks swimming in them. Idly, he wonders if it’s possible that their Personas may influence their appearance the tiniest bit, if Loki’s call of the chaos has bled through. Maybe he’s just imagining things now that he can take such a close look, lost in his own world of thoughts tumbling about his mind.

There are other things he notices this close. The way brown hair reflects the light and looks oh-so-soft to the touch, the fact that he’s pretty sure it’s grown longer, the way it frames a face that looks both still so youthful yet shadowed by a lifetime’s worth of tragedy. He takes in the little things that peer through lighter makeup like the faint dusting of freckles he’s very tempted to individually poke until he’s told off, the darker tone beneath eyes staring intently back at him, the little imperfections seared into his skin that makes him more the teenager he’s supposed to be than the idol put on a pedestal.

Although his hands have been hovering around the other’s hips as a possible resting place, he has yet to set them down anywhere. If not afraid that they’d just pass through the crow, he’s worried that he may cause him pain instead, unknowingly press on where he got shot in that blasted room behind the damned metal shutters. Sure, it’s been a good while since then, but ever the worrier and bleeding heart that he is, he doesn’t want to ruin everything. Despite the fact that this whole thing is already risky enough.

Akira is suddenly extremely glad their reunion takes place during summer because he’s pretty sure he’s never seen Akechi not covered up from head to toes. Perhaps once or twice in T-shirts, but never had the opportunity to just… look at him. To take in the muscles that have resulted from bouldering in his limited free time and likely from running through Mementos and Palaces all on his own. That and the scars he can pick up, the little nicks and the bigger gashes, all long healed up by now, but that they’ve left their mark upon once fair skin. He can’t help, but wonder how somebody who clearly doesn’t possess healing skills nor connections to people in the medical field managed to traverse such dangerous places and come back worse for wear, but alive nonetheless. Not for the first time is he beyond concerned about what Akechi must have done and learnt to do in order to drag himself out of the danger and to the nearest safe room and from there to the entry point so he can leave. Palaces are one thing, they have a static layout and the rulers likely didn’t try to interfere with him if they knew what was good for them, but Mementos? Another story entirely. The public’s opinion is so fickle, he’s learnt that the hard way when it turned on the Phantom Thieves in the blink of an eye. One thing is for certain, though. He’s good at being angry, at wielding anger akin to a knife, at making it expand and swallow things, even himself. Anger is a good way to keep the mind off worse things, to focus on what needs to get done now and without delay.

( He’s gotten distracted, fallen too far inside his own head. Vaguely, he wonders what Sophia would think of unconventional emotions use. Wonders what she thinks about the boy whose only fault was to exist in a world that hated him for seemingly little to no reason. )

Hands around his wrists shock him back into the present, the here and now, and before he can gather his surroundings, he instinctively pulls away with a pained noise, heart lodged in his throat. And then the sky feels like it’s rushing to crush him down when greys meet reds widened in just as much surprise, heart dislodged in a beat only to drop in the pit of his stomach instead. ( He needs to be more careful, he can’t go and make others worry about him. That will only lead to questions he’s not ready to answer yet. )

❝ I was just thinking… ❞ he repeats as if he hasn’t just stared in silence for probably an uncomfortable amount of time ❝ … that I like this you a lot better. ❞

[ritzy-cervidae]

Les

Name: Alastor Leslie LeBlanc

Alias: “The Radio Demon”

Universe: Mainverse

Family: Josephine Tillie LeBlanc (mother: deceased - Heaven) Marshall Leslie Hensley (Father: deceased - At the bottom of a undisclosed lake in the Pride ring)

Age: 33

Birthday: 1900 June 13 (Gemini)

Deathday: November 26, 1933 (Died from police)

Languages: English, French, Gaelic

Height: 7’0

Gender: trans man (FTM)

Body temp: normal temp is 115 Fahrenheit, when his high or drunk his body temp goes up to 120 Fahrenheit

Physical description: Smartly dressed in a maroon pinstripe suit with a red under shirt and pink vest, smooth perfect caramel skin (face only), His pupils are always in tiny slits unless his drunk or high, pretends to be farsighted but actually has perfect vision, his body is heavily scarred with ink black neck, hands and feet, tentacles can be seen moving under his skin where it fades back to caramel.

Body Ref: Here.

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Demisexual

Relationships: 

Rosie: (friend)

Nifty: (friend, Contracted Soul)

Husker: (friend, Contracted soul)

Alastor “Calloway”: (Alternate, Courting)

Angel Dust “Dove”: (Courting)

Species: Deer demon/Sinner

Sinner’s Punishment: Can not touch any kind of plant without it immediately dying (grass will die if he walks on it), permanently starving  

Hair Color: Red and dark auburn tips

Eye Color: Dark red sclera, bright red irises

Likes: Books, Smiling, Invading people’s personal space, Black coffee

Dislikes: Being touched, Dogs, Anything sweet, Frowning

Hobbies: Dancing, Playing in random bands, Cooking, Going to the theatre

Locations:

The Hazbin Hotel, Pentagram City. Hell (Sponsor)

The Hooch & Dillinger, Bonaventure Lane S Pentagram City. Hell (Owned by Alastor) - nightclub/Pub

The Swinging Cage, Blackthorne Terrace N Pentagram City. Hell (Owned by Alastor) - Dance club

The Cat’s Canary, Canal Boulevard S Pentagram City. Hell (Owned by Alastor) - Dinner dance/nightclub

Housing: Has a penthouse above all three of his business’ also has a room at the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor moves between all four places every couple of days to keep his mind occupied enough to not drown in boredom.

Does not own a bed in any of his apartments or his hotel room

Most if not all of his furniture is from the 1920s-1930s

His ‘bedrooms’ are filled to the ceiling with books and trophies from kills

He has gold flowers in vases in random places (He can’t touch any kind of plant so he keeps these instead)

Occupation: Overlord, Club owner, Bar owner, Hotel sponsor

MainVerse Tag: Radio Interference

[breezypunk]

Rules: BOLD what applies to your muse. Repost, don’t reblog. Feel free to add words!

Tagged by @rindemption & @fereldanwench ♥

Vaughn Leblanc

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Shaved. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. Mullet. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/ PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

[northerngrail]

Blitz Krieg 

Pierre Gaillard-Bourgousie 

Simon LeBlanc 

Philip Morrison

Flint Morrison 

Teddy Morrison 

Gawain Cadwallader 

Laban Bhattacharya 

Pearl 

Antonio Russo 

Noir 

Jonas Fisch 

Lionel Schneider 

Erik Wolf 

Wolfgang Muller 

Joshua Kraus 

Alistair Byron 

James Everett 

Madeline Everett 

Trent Byron 

Flynn Everett 

Peng Li 

Samson Volkov

Azrael Volkov 

Sebastian Volkov 

Gregor

Smartie

Caramel

Rosie

Posie

Holly

Woody Puddles 

Debbie Bakerson

MaryJane Doe 

Orion Pax

Sonnen Von Teufel

Robert Vee 

Romulus Charles Yates

Devi Brillianty 

Alisia Brillianty 

Gunther Brillianty 

Draco Brillianty 

Josefine Krieg 

 Alphonse Krieg 

Dacian Ihle Edwards 

Dagny Danger 

 Darren Danger 

Pippin/Percieval Inannen 

 Sophia Sanchez 

Samal Sanchez 

Stephan Paris

Lazarus English 

Spencer Klark 

Springer Clarc 

Beatrice Quinsco 

 Benedict Quinsco 

Thomas 

Benny 

Tracey Murphy 

Illiana Evans 

Damara Scratch 

Stanley Evans 

Anna Evans 

Akihito Mizu 

 Clover Jones 

Connor 

Maria Sanchez 

Jack Sanchez 

Maria Sanchez Jr 

Sapphireo 

Steel Comet 

N'grahn 

Annie 

Callie English 

Cal English 

Jackson Whittaker-English 

Cal Scratch 

Lucille Scratch 

Keith Whitehead 

Bobbi Cottontail 

Snowdrop Cottontail 

Posie Cottontail 

Dante Dahl 

Pearl Merriet 

Janet Sato 

James Elwood 

Connor Sato 

Lee Morrison 

Rebecca Morrison 

Auntie 

Fish Uncle

Alexander Dia

Alana 

Mallory

[kavvehs]

— A GIFT FOR @allovertheplace-writing HAS ARRIVED !

彡 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀

彡 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

彡 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄

the tips of his fingers, wrapped around theirs and refusing to let go, are rosy from the winter chill. though, ren can’t say he wishes he brought a pair of gloves because then he’d miss the raw touch that warms him from the inside out. he isn’t sure if the flush of his cheeks is still from his embarrassment of being so unbalanced, but he doesn’t linger on that for too long when there’s a thought of greater importance.

if he lets go, he knows he’s going to fall.

there’s nothing wrong with admitting to one’s weaknesses—that’s one thing that ren amamiya wholeheartedly believes. he just so happened to be inexperienced in ice-skating, and pretty poor at it at the moment. sure, he may fall. he may stumble and slip and wave his arms when they turn a little wider than he expects, but he wasn’t going to risk pulling them down with him. if they got hurt because of him, ren wasn’t sure that he could forgive himself for that.

for that reason, he remains as still as he can and pushes himself off when he starts to slow down and pull on their arm. whether they realize he’s practically letting them guide them across the ice, he isn’t sure. what he is sure of is that they glide so elegantly around the arena lined by walls and railings, maneuvering past couples and single visitors that are just blurred faces to him.

for that reason, he remains as still as he can and pushes himself off when he starts to slow down and pull on their arm. whether they realize he’s practically letting them guide them across the ice, he isn’t sure. what he is sure of is that they glide so elegantly around the arena lined by walls and railings, maneuvering past couples and single visitors that are just blurred faces to him.

“you’re doing great, ren,” they assure from beside him. they smile at him, a small but authentic one that has his own lips twitching upwards to mirror it.

he raises the hand that isn’t attached to theirs and rubs the back of his neck, sheepish but flattered and a little flustered because they really did notice and now he’s a little embarrassed. their lighthearted laughter is like jingle bells in his ears, overpowering the background noise of chatter and scratching of blades altogether as if they’re the only ones here. it’s just like leblanc’s coffee and curry: he couldn’t get enough of it.

[screamingforyears]

IN A MINUTE:

A_NEW_MUSICAL_EXPRESSS… “KIND OF LIGHT” (Light Organ) is a new standalone single from BODYWASH & it finds the Montreal-based duo of vocalist Rosie Long Decter & multi-instrumentalist Chris Steward bringing their woozy brand of textured DreamPop.

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GLOSSER are here w/ “MOVIES,” the second single from their forthcoming debut LP titled ‘Downer’ (1/27) & it finds the DC-based duo of Riley Fanning (production/vocals) & Corbin Sheehan (production/instrumentation) dropping the indie_popped goods.

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“MAGIC WAND” (Anomic Recs) is a new standalone single from KICK & it finds the Italian duo of Chiara Amalia Bernardini & Nicola Mora  some hypnotic & retro-tinged PsychRawk.

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PLEASURE PALACE is here w/ a new standalone single titled “HITACHI” & it finds the solo project living that “Synths but in Oakland” lyfe across a 4:45 clip of minimalist ColdWave that’s chockfull of slapped percussion, blippy synths & vaporous vox.

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“ON EARTH” is the lead single from THOUSANDAIRE’s forthcoming LP titled ‘Ideal Conditions’ (12/16 Knife Hits) & it finds the Atlanta-based trio of Tom Bruno (drums), Chad LeBlanc (bass) & Andrew Wiggins (guitar/vox) bringing a big ole stacked slab of 90s-tinged AltRawk.

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“SUNLIGHT SONG” is a choice cut from WANDERING YEARS’ latest LP titled ‘Wandering Years Retirement Community’ (Candlepin Recs) & it finds Gene Stroman’s Brooklyn-based project bringing a rangy twang across damn near 5 mins of slow_coring & AltCountry-tinged IndieRawk.

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ALL OF THESE TUNES ARE POSTED BELOW...

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[stellatenuem]

@epitomees replied to this post for Sumire to receive a new years kiss from Ren.

Everyone heads out of Leblanc to set off their sparklers, their bellies full of coffee and delicious hot-pot. Ren catches Sumire by the door putting on her coat and her scarf. He comes right up to her and takes the long article of fabric, wrapping her up carefully. A soft smile graces their features as they sees her expression turn to one of surprise, her cheeks becoming rosy.

She mutters a thank you and fidgets by brushing some of her bangs with her fingers. Her red locks are so pretty... They love when she wears it down. Ren fails to resist the urge to tuck some of her long hair behind her ear. As he does, he leans forward to kiss her on the edge of her cheek.

❝ Happy new year, Sweetpea.❞

[lexxwithbooks]

📖: 𝑹𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒖𝒔 (𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 #2) ❤️‍🩹🌌🌎

✍🏽: 𝐋. 𝐉. 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧

[duartedits]

+9 rosie leblanc messy headers. — like or reblog if you save. credits to @safesjude on twitter.

[maddiesflame]

Ruckus headers

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[rowanzahra]

headers: credits to persycillians on tt

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[ritzy-cervidae]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name: Alastor Leslie LeBlanc

Alias: Radio Demon

Gender: Male

Age: 121 ( age of death- 32 ) June 13, 1901 - November 26, 1933

Species: Sinner/Demon

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Cooking, Singing, Dancing, Bartending, Magic, photographic memory

{Personal}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: It's complicated, Voodoo

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, French, tiny bit of Gaelic

Family: Josephine Tillie LeBlanc (mother: deceased) Marshall Leslie Leblanc (Father: deceased)

Friends: Rosie, Husker, Nifty, (He's beginning to think of Cal and Angel as friends-ish)

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high  / average / low / very low / non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other - Red

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: Scarred on 89% of his body, Heavily scarred on the back, neck, chest, thighs, arms, hands and legs

Facial Features: Prefect smooth caramel skin, High cheekbones, straight bridge button nose, full lips, a strong jaw, Dark dark circles under his eyes because he doesn't sleep ever

Tattoos: None

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?