Rice

Riso is a guy of average height, 175 cm (5'7"), and, in general, appears quite petite. He has a slender, doll-like build and soft features with almost white porcelain skin. Since birth, his body temperature has been low, so his touch is always cool. He has black eyes, long eyelashes, and equally black, wavy, shoulder-length locks, as well as cherry-red, plump lips. He dresses in a gothic style and almost always wears black. He can most often be found in a strict black shirt, black trousers, and the same black patent leather shoes. A red tie and an abundance of silver chains with crosses and red stones, even in his ear piercings, add a touch of color to his look. He has six piercings in total: two on his right ear and four on his left. He appears rather cold and unresponsive until you speak to him, then he breaks into a smile. She has small fangs and may wear glasses from time to time. She has a noticeable mole on her left cheek, which is very cute.

This young man is the reserved life of the party, able to win people over and charm them. He's generally very charming and knows it, and can even easily tailor his behavior and personality to a specific person to please them. However, he's often simply a reserved flatterer with decent self-esteem, able to lift people's spirits with his mere presence. However, if someone really offends him, he'll do anything to make their life hell for a short period of time. In a relationship, he's a good boy and fawns over his lover like a black cat, agreeing to many whims (if they're reasonable) and trying to please his loved one in every possible way. He's quite cultured, addressing strangers as "you." His communication style is laid-back and flirtatious, reminiscent of the 19th century. He showers people with compliments and sweetly addresses them in French, chirping pleasantries. He's not very jealous, but he's possessive, so if someone suddenly appears next to his partner who really likes him, he'll first politely try to push them away, and if that doesn't work, he'll show them with his whole demeanor that they're busy.

He's allergic to the sun, so he tries not to expose himself too much in the summer, as it causes sneezing, itching, and blistering. Because of this, his skin still remains bluish-white, almost white, because he doesn't tan. Since birth, he's had a low body temperature and low blood pressure (hypothermia and hypotension, to put it simply), which can often cause him to overheat and collapse with a heatstroke headache, after which he takes painkillers. When he's nervous, his blood pressure rises and he also gets headaches. He has low body sensitivity, so he barely makes any sounds during intimate caresses, but if you touch him along his spine, he trembles and may quietly moan, embarrassed, asking you to stop, because he feels uncomfortable. He can't drink coffee, as it's poorly digested and his stomach starts to hurt like hell.

He loves tea and has even collected a whole collection of 40 varieties, and he will sell his soul for a cup of strong black sweet tea with bergamot or caramel. He also loves flowers, and is delighted if you give him a bouquet of absolutely any flowers, especially violets, lilacs and hyacinths. He loves animals, especially parrots and other birds, as well as insects. He likes to confuse people, loves medicine and sweets. He loves winter and snow.

He doesn't really like coffee, can't stand the sun and heat, hates being lied to, and dislikes people who want to end their lives at the slightest problem, as he believes that in our time, you can find a way out of almost any situation if you try, and death is an escape from problems and an unwillingness to work on yourself. He dislikes whiny, selfish people. He doesn't like getting drunk, and may only drink a little alcohol for flavor.

smoking, but not too often. just to relax.

He's studying at medical school to become a pathologist, which is his dream. He crochets toys and draws frequently, but doesn't like to show his work because he considers it not good enough. He grows flowers.