Welcome, Darlin’!
This is an +18 roleplaying blog that I use to bother other roleplayers with. Minors, please, DNI. I talk about drugs, sex, abuse, and violence! 🩷
The more I learn about what to add here, I’ll add update this.
The owner of this character is @gravehagmilk
Name: Graves (he/him)
Death: A beloved lava lamp exploded hot liquid and glass shards onto his body, setting fire to himself and the office he was sleeping in.
Occupation: Various schemes to survive Pentagram City’s streets like strip club owner, organ trafficking business, and hell horse semen deliverer. Has devolved into a degenerate, but was once a behavioral therapist in life. When he’s not dipping back into Hell’s madness, he can actually be a pretty level headed person. Isn’t always emotionally stable, but can easily be brought back with calming energy.
Neat things about him: If you can get him to lift his hoodie he has a lava lamp abdomen that can change colors depending on his mental state. His tail is in the shape broken/shredded electric cord.














