“My life is not what it seems to be. I was born into the eyes of my
father and the sweetness of my mother. I was a happy child that loves the
colors red and black. I always want to play rock songs, write songs, to draw,
to paint, and to be a model someday. I always love the song that shows that
made me believe in fireflies. I have a sweet tooth and thing for wearing red,
black, and grey. I was raised to be who I wanted to be. My dad is the head
butler of the Phantomhive Estate and my mom is the head maid of the same
estate. I always love to listen to music that is different from my normal life.
Either from a different country or from a couple of different decades. I look
like a female Japanese female singer that even sang a song from my favorite
anime. I also love to go shopping for the fashionable and for the geeky culture
that I am always drawn to. I love my black tights with the rose design. I feel
in love with a grim reaper with a lawn mower with two-toned hair. We want to
have a future to where our kids are anything but ordinary. I love my family because
my parents are no ordinary parents and I am no ordinary child. We are all
fallen angels with a purpose and a contract to fulfill. Who am I you asked? I
am Haru Leigh Michaelis. I am the daughter of Sebastian and Charity Michaelis.
I will always be my own fallen angel.”
This is an original character is from my role playing for Black Butler on WattPad. She’s actually my daughter in the role play.
Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.
Hello Wylan, how long have you been sleeping with Jesper?
That's disgusting. And wrong. I don't even get- why would- I've never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It's none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Jesper is my friend, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you're not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you're trying to throw me off. Hmm check and mate.