Name: Kit // Papyrus Serif
Prefers 'Papyrus' will be shocked and disgruntled if someone calls him 'Serif'
'Kit' is a name for us so we know who he is, he doesn't go by that in-verse
Age range: Early to mid-twenties
Height: 6'8" OR 1'6 taller than you
Occupation: Unemployed (Scientist/Drug creation)
In every official capacity Kit has no job and no one can definitively prove he works anywhere
Of course he does have work to do, being extorted by a gang to create an illicit drug or else he and his brother will be killed
He only gets paid enough to barely get by, so he's not above schmoozing and flirting his way to things he wants or needs
Confident, relaxed and detached is the best way to describe Kit's external behavior. He's a smooth talker with a silver tongue that he's not afraid to use— either to get a date or get himself out of, or into, trouble. He doesn't care much about the people he charms, or anyone for that matter. For most he's a temporary fixture, leaving as soon as the fun ends. Cocky and impulsive to a fault, often only worries about consequences after he's done something. He takes few things seriously and he's often too caught up in his own affairs to pay attention to other people. Once he is attached to someone his grip is bruising. Kit has no reference for normal love, he loves with his entire being and leaves little thought to what a healthy connection should look like. Slow to anger or provoke; He's more likely to laugh or play along with any insult thrown his way than to get defensive. Under his smirking lazy demeanor he hides a deep lonely numbness. A sea stack only revealed when the tide pulls back into the sea. Kit is always looking for the next hit, the next crumb of dopamine the next distraction so that sea stack is never exposed to open air, because then he'd have to acknowledge the pain is there. Easier to bury it.
Reaper Man - Mother Mother
He has both canines covered in gold
Left side of his face has a long crack that starts at his golden tooth and ends at the back of his head
He's always a little ruffled or dirty, His clothes are torn and ragged
Heavy eye bags and drooping eye sockets
General aesthetic is a casual punk,
All lower case because the drugs have deeply affected his voice, he talks softly to avoid pain (Used to speak in proper case)
Slurs his words, partially due to drinking/drugs, but also because he's constantly surrounded by gang members and he's picked up their accents
The quality of his voice is low and rough, and it's sometimes painful for him to speak at all
Sleepy habits, yawning or stretching randomly— Often leans against surfaces for support and nods off on them
Rubs his head often, his forehead and temples for headaches or if he's forgotten something, or the back of his head if he's confused— If he's feeling something there's a good chance his hand will be on his head doing something
Physically expressive when he talks, winking or making gestures with his hands, exaggerating an expression or two, it makes talking fun for him and he'd have to be feeling very bad if he doesn't do anything at all while he talks
