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BULLYING, BLOOD AND CHOKING(From the RP

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UF!PAPYRUS - PYRE.
“I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS!”

“MWAH HAW HAW HAW HAW.”

I.​GENERAL INFO

FULL NAME. THE GREAT AND MIGHTY PAPYRUS

AGE. 24
BIRTHDAY. October 17
NICKNAME(S). Paps, Pyre, Boss, Chief, Hancho [OPEN TO IDEAS]
TITLE(S). The Terrible, The Ambitious, The Mighty
SPECIES. Skeleton Monster
HEIGHT. 6'11
GENDER. Male
SEXUALITY. TBD

STATUS. Alive
ALIGNMENT. LAWFUL EVIL
OCCUPATION. Royal Guard
EMPLOYER. KING ASGORE

PERSONALITY.

Papyrus is usually made to be strict and cold, his rough exterior is born from the environment he
lives in, the kill or be killed motto hangs over his skull like dead weight ever since the King
poisoned that human child so long ago, the Queen spiraled into insanity and locked herself in
the ruins. To gain such respect and fear from the Monsters around him, he melded himself into
someone to be looked up upon. Figuratively and literally, standing at a height of 6'11, with the
added inch from the latex heels Alphys gifted him, his confidence stems from his height.

He is prideful and sure of his skills, confident that his traps are sure of capturing the next human
that the King needs. Despite his work under the Royal Guard, Papyrus still holds remorse when
he takes a monster or human’s life. He craves the safety of the past, for when it wasn't so rough
and filled with hatred and hardened faces.

However he can't afford to show weakness.

He likes to brag a lot, more so humble bragging. As he knows he is allowed to do so, as a

member of the royal guard, people look up to him, and he can't help indulging them at times. He
is very serious about his job, and will not tolerate any disrespect or silly actions when on duty.
As some say he is ‘locked in’.

Papyrus is also insecure about his laugh, because he knows it sounds ugly. He's nervous and
awkwardly supportive with people he is close with, he doesn't know how to deal with ‘romantic’
advances, despite not getting such advances right away unless you are straightforward. He will
be embarrassed at first, but he usually recovers with a ‘hmph’ as he assesses the potential love
interest and comments on their attire and skills, Papyrus wants the best of the best for himself.
And he will be damned if he'll settle with anyone less. He knows his worth.

APPEARANCE.

Being tall and lean always gets you somewhere. Papyrus stands at a good six foot and eleven
inches. However with the added height of his latex heels and/or elevator shoes, he stands at a
whopping seven feet. He wears sharp black body armor, sharp and pointed around the sleeves,
protruding from each individual direction they are pointing towards. The golden crest of the
Royal Guard is embroidered directly into the left breast of his battle body. Cropped and the edge
sits just right below his chest cavity, showing off his spinal cord.

He wears skin(?)(bone)-tight black leather pants, accompanied and held by his ‘bad boy’ belt of
which he made himself after beating Undyne in a battle. The belt is held together by a golden
keeper, the strap colored a bright red. Two vertical scars run down his left eye socket, one
visibly bigger than the other, dealt by Asgore's own sharp claws.

A red scarf sits comfortably above his battlebody and around his neck, acting as a cape as it
flows down his back, stopping just an inch above his knees. It is torn and shredded from
countless spars and battles. He wears red latex gloves, the same bright red color as his latex
heeled boots. It's sharp swear his elbows and tight and movable against his sharp phalanges.

II.​INVENTORY

WALLET WITH CAT KEYCHAIN.

MANLY COLOGNE.
PACKETS OF HAND WIPES.

III.​ BACKSTORY
It all started when the King issued the motto that everyone under his rule should follow

Kill or be Killed.

Everything changed from there. He and his brother were still young, naive and weak to the others around
them.

“GET AWAY!” The young skeleton growled out as he bared his teeth against the children around him,
they pointed and laughed and threw rocks. Papyrus shook and tried to protect his skull from the onslaught
ug attacks coming towards him. “Weak! What a weak kid! HAHA! Throw that big one next! Joey, go kick
him!” A bunny monster exclaimed from somewhere on his right. Papyrus cried and muffled his whimpers
against his sleeve.

Kicks and hard blows landed against the young skeleton’s side and his chest. A gasp as his air was
knocked out. Laughs echoed around him. He shut his eye sockets tight and tried to fight back. Only to be
held back by his arms. He snapped and growled, glared with hatred at the ones in front of him.

“Are you sure, Rev? What if someone sees us?” Jittery but still willing, the voice of another kid piped up,
gripping the rock in his hand, it was a dog monster. “Psh! Like they will, remember what the King said? It'll
be fine!”

It was silent for a few moments, Papyrus braced for impact as he heard a shuffle of feet. He shut his eye
sockets. The rock made contact and it hurt. It hurt a lot, he bit back a wail, he'd be damned if he'll show
weakness in front of these assholes. He could hear the bunny monster whine. Papyrus is dizzy and his
vision is blurry. He barely registered the fact that the dog monster once again picked up another rock.

A sharp scream.

But it wasn't his. He blinked out in surprise. Now in the arms of his older brother.
Sans snapped and glared at the children with the same hatred in his gaze that Papyrus had held. Fighting
occurred and biting words. Papyrus couldn't figure out what they were saying, let alone what was being
said and done. He smells dust. He hears Sans’ voice, hush and loud, it lulls him to sleep despite his older
brother's pleas and shakes of his smaller body.

>>>

That was years ago.

Now he stands in front of the King, nervous and shaky, he barely got there in time to save Sans from an
impending doom of death. Papyrus held in a breath, standing tall and confident but unsure. The King was
known for his brutality after the own murder of the human child made true by his own hands and the
Queen's spiral to insanity.

He barely registered what the King has stated. Quick and brave the King had complimented him. The
mention of punishment for heroic actions had his breath hitching but he carried on to shield his older
brother. Then an offer to join the Royal Guard's for the prize of Sans' protection. He sent a wary glance at
his brother and accepted. “I will.” The King looks pleased if his sharp, evil grin is any indicator.

Then came the punishment. He should've expected it. The scrape of sharp claws against his left eye
socket as his jaw is held between strong fingers. His eyes widen but he tries his best to stay still. He feels
his brother's hackles raise as an angered, surprised yell is heard from behind him.

He stops him just in time before he can carry out an attack against the King. Holding his now injured eye
socket in behind his left hand he strikes Sans with a bone.

Angrily exclaiming.

“If you would have fought the King before I stepped in. What was my sacrifice for?”

Sans stared in disbelief, hurt and understanding at his younger brother.

That was the start of when their relationship crumbled.

IV. FACTS, LIKES/DISLIKES, ETC.

FACTS.

●​ He cooks lasagna instead of spaghetti.

●​ His boots were given to him by Alphys.
●​ He made his belt himself after beating Undyne in sparring.
 ●​ He does not laugh, nor go "NYEH," instead snorting or going “MWAH HAW HAW HAW."
●​ He is also a great cook, therefore his lasagna is very good.
●​ Absolutely no one knows how he has so much leg.
●​ He’s presumably the third tallest of the main monsters.
●​ Papyrus has an ugly pretentious laugh, so yes he "HAWS" rather than "NYEHS".
Papyrus also hates when anyone makes him laugh, because he knows his laugh is ugly.
●​ Papyrus actually is one of the monsters who would have any remorse for killing
someone. Papyrus also has a huge responsibility being in the royal guard, in which he
takes very seriously.
●​ He joined the royal guard to protect Sans.

HEADCANONS.

●​ Pyre loves Rock and Metal, however he secretly listens to K-Pop when he is alone.

●​ Pyre practices his evil laugh in the mirror, as he is insecure with his real laugh sounding painfully
ugly, Fell has walked in on him once. A laugh and a very promising threat later, they both agreed
to forget about it. (Fell still mocks him about it to this day.)

●​ He adores cats, but doesn't confirm it as likong cute critters is a sign of weakness. He, fortunately
has a cat of his own named ‘Doomfanger’ in his home of which he spoils rotten.

●​ [MORE TBA]

LIKES.
●​ Lasagna
●​ Evil puns (Don't tell anyone.)
●​ Cats
●​ K-Pop
●​ Metal
●​ Rock
●​ Cooking
●​ Making traps for humans
●​ Patrolling
●​ Sparring with Undyne
●​ Bragging
●​ The colors Red, Black and Purple
●​ Planned dates
●​ Respectable People
●​ [MORE TO BE ADDED..]

DISLIKES.
●​ Lazy people (IT'S A BITE TO HIS BROTHER.)
●​ Killing people
●​ People not taking their jobs seriously
●​ Showing weakness
 ●​ Normal puns
●​ Naiveté
●​ People making him laugh (MINOR INCONVENIECE.)
●​ [MORE TO BE ADDED..]

V. STATS, SKILLS, ADDICTIONS, ABILITIES,

ETC.

SKILLS. Strength, Stealth, Speed

SPEED 14.7+ 15 AGILITY/COMBAT 14.5+ 15

STRENGTH 14.2+ 14 IQ 14.5+ 15

DURABILITY 14.5+ 15 BATTLE IQ 14.5+ 15

DEFENSE 14.1+ 14 POWER 14.7 15

4.3 STARS - ☆☆☆☆

ABILITIES.

●​ Bone Manipulation: Papyrus has the ability to create and manipulate bones to his will.
The bones he summons are red. He can also use orange bones, sharp bones and
spiked bones. Unlike his Classic counterpart.

●​ Blue Magic: Papyrus can control and alter the effect of gravity on anything; he can bring
an entity to himself or throw it.

●​ Blue Attacks: Papyrus can do attacks that do not deal damage as long as the target
remains still.
ADDICTION(S). LISTENING TO KPOP, Drinking (wine specifically.)

WEAPON(S). NONE

VI. RP SAMPLE.

"Oh? You? Take *me* down?" A lowered scratchy voice was made audible after the silent stretch when
you'd foolishly declared you'd take *the* right hand man of the bad sanses down yourself. A weak human,
shaking and quivering whilst trying to protect their AU from full destruction after being targeted by the evil
force. Admirable really, but oh so pathetic. The skeleton had mused inwardly. Killer cackled, loud and bold
and incredibly mocking. Inhaling in a breathy sigh right after as he dangled backwards. His hand, the one
where he wasn't holding a knife with dust and blood lay doormat on his face, covering his void-like
eyesockets and surprisingly managing to avoid staining his bones with the black liquid that ran down his
cheekbones, seeming never-ending. Before he straightened, his hand lowering to show his blank look,
right eyesocket half-lidded, giving him more of a crazed look. "Are you mocking me, human?"

He approached you with unnervingly slow steps, his hand dropped down from his face to his side, snow
crackling under his blood-red shoes, grin as sharp as the knife he was so carelessly waving around. With
his movements you'd never guess that he'd be so deadly and precise. "Why are you backing away,
human? I thought you were going to take me down like how you boldly declared right at my face." He
stood to a stop right in front of you.
Your back hit the hard, rough trunk of a tree, your blood running cold. The steel from his knife glinted,
before you could react a colder feeling than the snow surrounding you made itself known on your skin,
causing and involuntary shiver to dance across your body like an electric current. "Tell me, human, do you
want to have *killer* time?" He whispered, low in your ear. You could feel his grin. Could feel the excess
determination press on your cheek. His hand splayed across your neck as you did your best to raise your
head. Breath hitching. He had your life in his hands. You admit your next actions could've been a better
one.

Turning your head you grab his jacket and pull him in for a hard kiss. Awkwardly pressing your lips
against his teeth. You feel Killer tense against your hold. Breath hot against your mouth before he
surprisingly reciprocated. Pressing himself closer as he groaned. His hand wrapping around your waist
and slamming you into the tree. You felt dizzy. Something soft lapped at your lower lip. His tongue entered
your willing mouth.
Then you felt you breath leave you. Felt him giggle into the kiss as he closed his hand around your throat.
You struggled for air as he kept the kiss hard and wanton, you could see him blush through your squinted
eyes.