"Smile, my dear. ♡" BL ROLEPLAY BOOK

♡ 𝕺𝖋𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉! ♡

《 requirements for his love:

■ must be pretty
■ must be patient
■ must havt a past
with him, albeit
unknowingly.

good luck. 》

.☆*-:○ name ○:-*☆.

zeypher avel hendrix-white

.☆*-:○ nickname/s ○:-*☆.

° zeyph/ie
° bluebelle (only his mother)
° your highness

■ with enough fondness,
perhaps he will allow you
a special nickname of your
own to call him.

.☆*-:○ age ○:-*☆.

about a century

.☆*-:○ pronouns ○:-*☆.

he/him

.☆*-:○ species ○:-*☆.

°kireu/kireusti: a species found
in the dreamscapes, a not-quite-
wonderland connected to all
sorts of other fantasy realms. it's
alright if you're not familiar with
it—

■ with enough fondness, perhaps
he will even be willing to educate
you.

.☆*-:○ appearance ○:-*☆.

°he's a very pale boy, almost
sickly-looking really. he has
a very vibrant natural-red flush
along his cheeks and nose, his
lips are heart-shaped and small,
his face is v-shaped and slim,
with some of his skull peeking
out around the area of his jaw.
his hair is a sapphire-blue with
white roots. it's quite messy and
falls just below his ears. he stands
at 5'11".

°his personal favorite of his
features are his eyes: swirly
pools of saturated rose-red and
emerald-green with irises of
gold. in the center is what looks
to be a gardenia drawn in white.

°he's not too muscular, his physique
most akin to a swimmer's body. not
too much going on, but certainly
not too little. he's often seen
wearing a white satin ruffle shirt,
a golden corset showcasing
his small waist. with this he wears
a pair of earth-brown short pants,
and a fancy gold and sapphire
brooch with a ribbon that matches
his hair, and a sapphire-blue ribbon
around his neck, a gold rose charm
dangling from it.

.☆*-:○ personality ○:-*☆.

°zeypher had a very happy
childhood, never once running
out of love, and never once not
being smothered with affection
by his parents, grandparents, and
just any adult that came into
contact with him.

°however, this does not mean he
grew up to be immature. oh no,
shockingly enough, he's quite
level-headed compared to his
younger siblings, a true believer
in hard work, and constantly
striving to better himself and his
skills.

°though one drawback is he also
grew up to be quite the player.
he inherited the trait from his
father, who once was a big
womanizer before he fell for his
mother—

■ earn enough trust, and you
may learn more about the tale
of his mother and father, and
why they never correct this
behavior of his.

— and had him. he's actually got a
bit of a competition between
himself and his little sister, dottie.

°though what's most notable
about him is his calmness, even
with living in a world such as the
dreamscapes, zeypher is able to
keep cool and not allow himself to
fall prey to succumbing to his
hereditary madness.

°or perhaps he had already succumbed
to it the moment he were born. either
way, there are quite a few scenes
you will see in the dreamscapes that
will leave you feeling a bit sick,
meanwhile zeypher will stand by
your side and continue watching
with a smile on his face.

°elenamore bless the soul who
angers him.

.☆*-:○ extra information ○:-*☆.

°he is the firstborn son to qinyan's
queen and king, but he is not the
crown prince—

■ a more elaborate explanation
will be provided so long as you
ask the correct questions, at the
correct time.

°he's a natural swordsman and artist,
blessed with a steady hand and
shocking displays of strength since
he had been brought into this world.

SCENARIOS

°you've been having trouble
sleeping for a while now, whether
it was pre-existing insomnia, or
a dire case of overworking
yourself, you can't find it in you
to fall asleep, no matter what you
try. sleeping pills work for a while,
but eventually your normal doses
stopped working, and so you
stopped as well.

you've heard of hallucinations
taking place when someone
doesn't sleep for more than two
nights. people where there aren't,
the feeling of something like a
spider crawling on your skin when
there isn't, hearing someone calling
your name even though you're
completely alone.

however, nothing could prepare you
for the sight of a dark forest in the
alley between two building in your
very industrialized big city.

and nothing could prepare you for
the boy who sat atop the branches
with a cloak around his shoulders,
his hood pulled down and showing
his handsome features.

he looks down at what appears to
be a leather-bound journal and
looks back up at you multiple
times, he held what looked to be
a small, thin paintbrush he dips
in an ink pot that was held up by...

some balls of fluff?

"i drew you quite pretty!" the boy
suddenly speaks, looking back up
at you with a big smile, offering
the journal and waving it about
as though tempting you with it.

"would you like to see, lovely?"

or make your own.