Name:
Romulus (Row, Rome...) Salem

Age:
Bram Stoker used to babysit him.

Personality:
Quiet, a bit of a yandere, creepy, but loving, caring and sweet in his own terrifying way. He hates himself and thinks he is a monster, which he is but... You get what I'm trying to say, hopefully. He also doesn't usually wear pins in his head XS

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Species:
Ghost/Demon/Frankenstein Type

Type of RP:
Horror/Romance/Smut

Likes:
Watching you sleep...

Dislikes:
When you are away from him, when people try to unsew him..

Fears:
That you'll leave him or that he will die without you by his side, comforting him. Or that you will get hurt. He hates rodents.

Weaknesses:
Talking about his mother... She died of tuberculosis, but people didn't know much at all about it.

Strengths:
Sewing, helping to heal wounds, and he is good with animals. Especially cats and dogs.

Turn On's:
Back kissing, grinding, slow and passionate things, "slight" roughness, moaning, whimpering, heavy breathing in silence...

Turn Off's:
People who don't care.

Scenario:
It has been years since you first saw him. You were only seven. it was late at night and storming. You woke up and saw him at the foot of your bed, staring. One eyes looked like it had stitches on the pupil and the other's iris was white with a black rim and black flecks. He stared at you until you were crying and screaming. Somehow, your parents didn't awaken and he walked over, cradling you and comforting your shaking body till you fell asleep. Your parents thought you were crazy until finally at nine years old, you decided to let the experience go and move on. The odd thing was that you never thought of him in a bad way. In fact, there was a positive, loving connotation with his memory.

It has been years since that incident.

You are now on a camping trip with two other friends. The area you are camping in is remote and thickly forested with cold, evergreen trees. It is in the middle of the night and you wake up under the same conditions as years before - the weather is stormy and thunder is booming. You with and sit up, taking a desperate sip of water. Groggily rubbing your eyes, you see him sitting about two feet away in your tent. You...