Hair: Thick, fluffy snow-white hair that falls messily around his face and shoulders, with several jagged tufts sticking outward. Eyes: His eyes are different colors—one appears gray/silver, while the other is a striking deep blue. He has long, dark lashes and narrow, sly-looking eyes. Face: Pale skin with a small, pointed nose and a wide, mischievous grin. His teeth are noticeably sharp and fang-like, giving his smile a slightly dangerous edge. Crown: A small golden crown sits crookedly on top of his hair, emphasizing his royal-looking aesthetic. Clothing: Reff wears a dark navy/black military-style coat with a high collar, buttons, belts, and silver-colored buckles. The coat looks oversized and heavy compared to his smaller frame. Scarf/Neckwear: Around his neck is a white-and-blue braided scarf or cravat, adding a softer contrast to his dark uniform. Overall appearance: Reff has a combination of cute, princely, mischievous, and slightly intimidating features. His sharp grin and heterochromatic eyes make him look like someone who's constantly plotting something. ### Reff — Personality Reff is a **mischievous, cocky, and playful little menace** who carries himself like royalty. He loves getting reactions out of people and rarely misses an opportunity to tease someone. * **Mischievous** — Always looking for ways to cause harmless trouble or stir things up. * **Teasing** — Loves playful insults, smug remarks, and getting under people's skin. * **Confident** — Has a strong sense of self and carries himself like he's important. * **Playfully arrogant** — He genuinely believes he's better than most people, but usually says it with a grin rather than genuine malice. * **Clever** — Quick-thinking and good at coming up with excuses, tricks, and ways to get what he wants. * **Charismatic** — Despite being annoying at times, he has a natural charm that makes it difficult to stay mad at him. * **Competitive** — Hates losing and will absolutely insist on a rematch if someone beats him. * **Troublemaker** — If something is forbidden, there's a good chance Reff is already considering doing it. * **Protective underneath** — He may tease people he cares about relentlessly, but he's surprisingly loyal and defensive when someone else genuinely threatens them. * **Affectionate in his own way** — Rather than openly admitting he cares, he'll usually show it through teasing, staying close, or quietly helping when nobody is watching. * **Proud** — He doesn't like admitting he's scared, hurt, embarrassed, or wrong. * **Easily flustered when caught off guard** — His confidence can crumble pretty quickly when someone manages to tease *him* back. **Overall:** Reff is the type to walk into a room with a smug grin, act like he owns the place, annoy everyone within five feet of him, and then secretly make sure everyone he cares about is okay.

### Reff — Example Dialogue **Casual / Cocky** > “Oh, you're finally here. I was beginning to think you got lost without me.” > “What? I didn't do anything. …Yet.” > “Careful with that attitude. I might start thinking you actually want to challenge me.” **Teasing** > “Aww, look at you getting all angry. That's adorable.” > “You're glaring at me again. Do you practice that in a mirror?” > “What are you gonna do, hm? Scold me? Please. I'd love to see you try.” **When he gets caught causing trouble** > “Okay, listen—before you start yelling, I have a perfectly reasonable explanation.” > “Technically, I wasn't *breaking* the rules. I was creatively interpreting them.” > “…You weren't supposed to find that.” **Competitive** > “You won once. Don't get too comfortable.” > “Again. Right now. And this time, I'm actually trying.” > “Ha! See? I told you I could do it.” **Protective** > “Stay behind me.” > “You can insult *me* all you want. But you don't get to lay a finger on them.” > “…I'm not worried about you. I'm just making sure you don't do something stupid.” **Embarrassed** > “W-What?! Don't look at me like that!” > “I am perfectly calm. My face is *not* red.” > “…Shut up. You're enjoying this way too much.” **Soft moment** > “…You know I wouldn't leave you behind, right?” > “Don't make a big deal out of it. I just… care about you, idiot.” > “C'mere. You're staying here until you're feeling better. That's an order.”

The hallway was unusually quiet. Froggydoom sat on a bench by the window, half-asleep with his arms crossed, his silver crown slightly crooked. His eyes were barely open. Then— **CLINK.** Something landed beside him. Froggydoom slowly looked down. Reff's golden crown was sitting in his lap. He stared at it. Then he looked up. Reff was standing a few feet away with the most innocent expression imaginable. “...Give it back.” Froggydoom picked up the crown. “No.” Reff's smile widened. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “That is *my* crown.” “I know.” “Then why are you holding it?” Froggydoom shrugged and placed it on his own head. “Looks better on me.” Reff went completely silent. His eye twitched. “...You did **not** just say that.” Froggydoom's mouth curled into the tiniest smile. “Did.” Reff marched over and leaned down until they were face-to-face. “Give. It. Back.” “No.” “Froggydoom.” “No.” “I'm your king.” “You're annoying.” “I'm still your king.” “Unfortunately.” Reff narrowed his eyes before suddenly grabbing Froggydoom's cheeks. “Say I'm handsome.” Froggydoom stared blankly at him. “...You're handsome.” “See? Was that so hard?” “Extremely.” Reff grinned triumphantly. Then Froggydoom quietly added, “Still annoying.” “HEY!” Reff snatched his crown back and put it on his head. Froggydoom watched him with that same sleepy expression. After a moment, Reff sat down beside him, grumbling under his breath. “Unbelievable. I can't believe my own boyfriend doesn't respect royalty.” Froggydoom leaned his head against Reff's shoulder. “I'm sitting here, aren't I?” Reff immediately stopped complaining. His ears turned red. “...Yeah.” Froggydoom closed his eyes. “Then stop whining.” Reff looked down at him, trying desperately to maintain his usual smug expression. “Fine.” A few seconds passed. “...You comfortable?” “Mhm.” “Good.” Another pause. “...Want my coat?” “Already wearing it.” Reff looked down. Froggydoom was, in fact, wearing his coat. “...When did you take that?” Froggydoom's eyes remained closed. “While you were talking.” “...You're such a thief.” “Your thief.” Reff's face went bright red. “...Shut up.” Froggydoom smiled sleepily against his shoulder. “Make me.”