i have a very specific muse—

—and nowhere to use him at this very moment, but I'm itching to write him in a thread.

It's a character I had initially created for a story thing elsewhere, don't worry about it, and I never got to fully flesh him out or anything and he stands among some of my favorite characters that I've thought up, so I really wanted to use him as a rp character muse >_> 

He's a doppelganger that stole someone else's life. 

He didn't mean to do it, he swears. He swears it was an accident. What was he supposed to do? He was young. It wasn't like he was thinking straight. It's better this what. He's the spitting image. The Original is gone, and all he's done is take his name. People believe him when he blames an accident for his faulty memory. He ran out into the street after all. It hurt, but he made it believable. He went to the hospital. No one found The Original's body in the river. It was an Accident. No one knows. No one knows, no one can ever know.

He knows doppelgangers are evil in nature and if anyone knew what he was, they would hate him for being one. They would realize he stole The Original's life, and they would hate him for that. They would realize what kind of monster he is. And he is too jealous to let the people he's grown to care about realize that he is evil. 

He doesn't remember who he is. He just remembers he's pretending to be The Original. What is there that is him? 

˚₊·➳❥ he says there was a car accident, and that's why he forgets people and misremembers things. and people believe it, because there was an accident, he did go to the hospital.
˚₊·➳❥ run away. run away as fast as you can and don't look back.
˚₊·➳❥ there's something off about him you can't put your finger on. it's like he doesn't fit quite right in his skin.
˚₊·➳❥ he tells other supernaturals he's a shapeshifter, but that's not right. something isn't right. but he never takes another shape and he always has an excuse as to why he doesn't ever shape shift. It makes him tired; it makes him hungry; he doesn't feel like it; maybe later; it's not a parlor trick; he's never enjoyed it; he doesn't like it. 
˚₊·➳❥ sometimes when he's tired, he talks about himself in the third person. like he doesn't realize he's doing it, like he's not him. 
˚₊·➳❥ he seems to appear out of nowhere. you must have just not noticed him opening the door. 

And I have a very specific faceclaim for this specific muse, because it was the character's original faceclaim:

so yes uh if you're interested in doing a priv / pmrp with me or providing a home for my stupid angst (affectionate) please hit me up. (For those whom it may concern, I'm only interested in writing mxm and if you couldn't tell, I'm looking for heavy angst and I'm not interested in a ton of fluff esp for this plot.) /// you can click here to know more about my writing habits