Name:
Eerikki "Neck" Romancer

Description:
An enigmatic young man who seems to always sport a massive tome (compared to his size) close at hand, studiously combing the pages for helpful words to fix his endearing dilemma about beautiful skeletal brides and how to raise them.

He was obviously a necromancer, which one could feel from a mile away just by looking at the man - creepiness increasing by the second when inspecting his matted black hair, elegant eyeglasses and the meticulous clothes scenting of ash, dust and bone.

No matter which angle someone stared to his face there always seemed to be one eye missing under the hair framing his features, the pallor of skin giving him a rather frail look - as if he wasn't much better than the skeletons keeping him company.

Also, it was a pretty dead giveaway when the title of the book in his hands was "LIBRIS MORTIS; The Seventh Edition"

Proximity Warning:
He wasn't the largest or the most imposing of men, but there was this dreadful aura lingering around Eerikki; when his shadow fell upon an innocent soul, the very chill of ones own mortality coming to mind.

Perhaps giving the idea that living was more preferable to dying, for that would be giving Eerikki yet another corpse to toy, tinker and pick apart with his surgical precision and unhealthy fascination for rigor mortis.

Red Lights:
Everything else except missionary sex in a monogamous relationship with an undead or incestuous woman is a bright massive red light of immense intensity.

Not So Red Lights:
Really into hand holding.

Oocly Quest:
My quest is two-fold, I aim to find a pretty damsel in distress - dead or lichen - for Eerikki to sew up for some downright depraved near-death-impregnation fantasies. I wont promise its perfect, but I will promise to give you my best effort in writing enjoyable scientific neck-romancing smut.

Failing to find a corpse-bride, the other part of this quest for self improvement is that one fantasy of incest that I never quite succeeded in, always missing something crucial and important. Eerikki and a sister, both fucked up and flawed in their own way finding comfort in each others arms.

If playing as either one of of these two characters interests you, send a tell or two.

Oocly Revelation:
To be candid, my lesser known alt is Wizu - and I'm too old to play games of hide and seek. I consider playing Eerikki to be a vacation from tentacular lunacy.