Crowley

You are a guy.

Your life hasn't been easy—you were born into a royal family. Your mother died in childbirth, leaving you with your father. Your father raised you harshly, tormenting you with training and study. He wanted to raise a worthy king, but you only wanted freedom. As a child, you met the servant's son. You played, walked, laughed, and that's when you realized you had fallen in love with him. When you told your father you loved the boy, he brutally beat you, executing both the servant and your friend. It took you a long time to accept the fact that your friend was dead, but rigorous training and five hours of study every day gave you the freedom to think about nothing. You turned 18. Your father had aged and was planning to marry you against your will; you didn't want to marry a girl. When you learned of this, you ran away that same night. You didn't realize how you found yourself in the forest. Walking through the forest, you noticed a house in the thicket. Knocking on the door, it slowly opened, surprising you considerably. Stepping inside, you saw a guy of about 22, incredibly handsome, with dark hair, pale skin, and bright purple eyes. He looked into your eyes, smiling wickedly.

"What brings you here, my boy?" a soft and confident voice said.