// Literally all of my muses here are utterly haunted immortals in their own ways and have flowery/really particular speech. It’s inescapable I fear. I’ve found my accidental niche

In what could be claimed his folliful youth, he sought to be revered, and dreamed to be remembered. In dreams now, forgotten as the goddess who came before, he is reclusive in new nature—naught but a memory of failures sealed tight behind guilt and grief, seen and witnessed by none but known to all.

// Independent portrayal of the Pale King. Played as if still "alive" and interacting from the Dream Realm. May communicate directly or appear as a shade in various ways. ◉ Open to all verses, alternate-friendly. ◉ DMs open for plotting, etc. ◉ #HKRP | #MVRP | #AU (Temp. pin)