#byunghvn

At the mention of his name, his frame rotates almost automatically. The voice is familiar, so he wasn’t at all surprised to find the female advancing towards him in a rush, even though he wasn’t moving anywhere— He would’ve, just to taunt her, but he was feeling a little generous for once, and considering that she had been in such haste, there had to be a reason for it. So instead, he only quirks a brow out of curiosity. Birthday? Ah, yes, he knows what that is. Christmas. He knows what that is also. Everyone on the planet made it very clear with the ridiculous decor, he didn’t even have to check the calender the whole month to know it was December. When the fireworks erupted, December ended. He was certain of that much. “Presents? For me growing a year older here and for a fat guy’s birthday or something? Really weird occasion to be giving presents for.”

Opinion on;

Character in general: I’ve seen quite a few characters that are demons in the community but I think this one stands out in particular because they stay true to themselves which I think is something I really admire as I know how hard it can be to stick to a muse’s true nature. Albeit he treats others like they are scum and is pretty much a jerk, it’s something refreshing to see especially given the supernatural background so I think all in all, the character is a really great one.How they play them: In my opinion? Pretty awesome. These days, it seems that most are looking for cute and fluffy stuff (which is absolutely no problem at all, since I do it myself too!) so to have a character to interact with who seems to be a bit darker and more mature is something that makes them stand out. Aside from that, the mun seems to be very talented with the language as well which makes it a pleasure to read their threads!The Mun: We have spoken only briefly but the mun was very friendly which once more proves that muns are not necessarily like their muses and I’m definitely looking forward to more interactions both IC and OOC with them!

Do I:

RP with them: Yes, I do.Want to RP with them:

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Keep up the good work! I’m honestly enjoying the thread we have going on even if my poor Hanna is getting harassed, heh. Anyways, despite the differences between the muses, I really do hope they will start to get along at one point or another (or attempt to kill each other, really, it depends     ) but apart from all that, I hope they’ll stick around for a long time to give many other roleplayers the pleasure of roleplaying with them!

♡:Accidentally falling asleep together

The water bender and the Demon had slowly began to get along (with the occasional teasing). They learned a lot more about each other and the Demon definitely learned a lot about appliances. She helped him work new things, now he was an expert, as if he had been loving here for years. The more they saw each other, their desire to meet grew stronger, the fell for each other ever so slowly. Sull Hee was tired of being cooped up inside her apartment and the two had been watching the same movie twice. “Lets go to the park.” She said, looking towards the latter/ The two were suddenly out the door, putting on their boots and heading towards the winter wonderland. In no time, their eyes gazed over the sparkling white snow. It was breath taking. Luckily for them it was dark out so Sull Hee was able to bend the snow as she pleased, from liquid to solid.

It’s remotely silent as he’s ambling through the streets, nothing in particular to do really, but he’s trying to delay himself from returning back to the hotel. By now, the name of it has slipped his mind and he’d be traveling the city a second time to find it again, but it doesn’t matter. Because for once, it’s relatively empty of people. By tomorrow, he’ll be in a different city, in a different hotel, and surrounded by different people. So this replenishes him, and renews his will to be on this soil. If he remembered anything of hell, he’d compare the two places, but he doesn’t, so this is his home now, even if he is unwelcome. Even if he doesn’t belong here.

The padding of footsteps is what startles him, but he doesn’t stir, nor jump, and only peers over in the direction of a female catching sight of him then immediately scurrying off. She is out of his proximity for him to tap into her system, so he follows her instead. It’s abnormal for anyone to avoid him that way. Well, unless they were aware of his actual form. But no human could be, which is the reason for his curiosity.

She’s fast, but he’s unfair, and dumps a nearby trashcan right at her feet without touching it, hindering her from advancing any further away from him. And as he draws near her, he isn’t grinning like he normally is. Instead, he seems genuinely curious, more or less of a facade for honesty.

"Avoiding someone, animal?”

Even without sparing a glance behind she knows he is following her. The tell tale scent drifting on the wind. Drawing far to close for comfort. Once again footsteps take on a hurried pace. Attempting to put as much distance between them as possible. Considering her abnormal speed it might have even succeeded. If the only policy to the race was running. Demons weren’t necessarily of the bad sort. Like any other species they had their champions and monsters. Exactly where on the spectrum the male sat was something of a mystery. Though not one she was curious to explore.

Her ears ached slightly as the ping of metal striking concrete echoed in the air. It would have been a simple task to simply leap over the fallen object and run. The trashcan itself was no proper barrier. But it was a shallow display of his power. If he was set on his pursuit just running would never be enough.

With a sigh she turned on her heal. Crossing her arms and assuming a defensive stance. Keeping her expression neutral. Aside from cutting off her path he hadn’t technically done anything to warrant aggression. Even if the way he chose to address her was a little on the condescending side. There had been far worse names in her past.

      [ she was limping. it’s what she got for trying to walk on a fracture that was not quite healed. hanna was stressing it. but she had places to be.