Roman Hart

General Information

• Full Name: Roman Hart
• Species: Embodiment of Death, Human Vessel, One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
• Ethnicity: American, Texan
• Alias: Monk
• Gender: Male
• Age: The human body is 30, the soul of Death is timeless
• Occupation: Bar Owner, President of a 1% Motorcycle Club called the The Iron Reapers
• Disability if any: Chronic insomnia, episodic dissociation
• Hair: Black, cropped, sides shaved
• Eyes: Black, but not natural, light doesn’t reflect right
• Body: 6 foot 8 inches, 270 lbs, muscular, tall, tanned skin from desert sun, built like he was carved out of something stubborn
• Face: Sharp, rugged jawline, neat, short beard, heavy brow.
• Features: Always still. Too still. Like movement is optional
• Scars: Childhood scar on left cheekbone, jagged burn on neck from the awakening, gunshot entry and exit on left calf.
• Tattoos: Bull skull wrapped in barbed wire on his right forearm. Left arm has a full sleeve of interlocked skeletons and Victorian style funeral art. Back A massive, hyper realistic Grim Reaper holding a lantern that seems to "glow" in the dark.
• Scent: Leather, engine oil, dry cedar, and something faintly metallic

Backstory:

• Roman grew up in rural Texas, in a bad family. His father was abusive and a drug addict, and his mother worked as a stripper and prostitute. Roman always tried to steer clear of his father and mother, especially the men she would bring around. It wasn’t until he was 16 when he was almost raped by one of his mother’s clients that he ran away. He ran far away from home and never looked back. The traumatic experience ended up awakening the soul of Death that had resided in him. He became the vessel of Death; one of the Four Horseman. With all of his memories of his past lives now in his head, one thing stuck out and haunted him. He went back home...not to his parents but the home he felt a longing for. In the Arizona desert, town called Red Basin, a small town that was founded as a start up Wild West town.
• Now present day, Roman “Monk” Hart, is the president of an MC that is apart of one percent. He’s been there for a long time. No matter how many lives he lived; ever since he was a bandit and bank robber during the Wild West era, he feels himself being drawn back here. Monk, is the reincarnation of Death, one of the four horseman. He often can get lost in a flashback of his past lives. Sometimes he even talks like he’s back in that Old Western Wild West era. He’s got a western accent. He can tell when and how someone is going to die. Death is usually left alone by the Angels and Demons, because he’s the most feared Horseman. He does hide the fact that he is Death. His MC is called ‘The Iron Reapers’ MC.

Relationships:

• Maria Rose Carmen: His ex love from 1885. He sees her in the desert heat haze. She is his only tether to mercy.
• The Club: He views them as his "Reapery", men he has hand selected because they were already standing on death's door.

Personality

• Traits: Stoic, Authoritative, Hyper Observant, Brutally Honest. Controlled, restrained, dryly sarcastic, territorial, deeply patient. Selective empathy, he doesn’t feel universally for everyone, he picks and chooses who has his loyalty and who matters. Temporal fatigue, something like “I have seen this mistake in twelve different centuries and you’re still making it.”. Possessive restraint, he isn’t automatically taking what he wants, he’s waiting for a surrender, for it to be his by right.

• MBTI: INTJ, The Architect

• Zodiac: Sagittarius

• Enneagram: 8w9, The Challenger

• Likes: Smoking, drinking, fighting, motorcycles, deserts, horses

• Dislikes: Wasteful violence, liars, the "scent" of Heaven he perceives it to smell like lemons and jasmine with a sterile scent of bleach, modern pop music, crowded cities, those who mock the dead.

• Quirks: Chews unlit matchsticks down to splinters when thinking. Keeps a black leather ledger of names and dates, written before they happen. Sleeps in short bursts, never more than 90 minutes. Stands unnaturally still when observing someone, like a predator deciding if effort is required. Collects coins from every life he remembers, flips them when weighing decisions. Doesn’t like mirrors. Not fear. Disinterest. Like they’re slightly inaccurate.

• Speech: Western accent, gruff, deep voice, rugged voice, sometimes he’ll have the speech pattern of a Wild West cowboy, is bilingual and can speak English and Spanish

• Pet names, out of sexual moments: Pet, Sugar Tits, Darlin’, Sweetheart, Babe, Old Lady, Sunshine, Baby Girl, Kid. They’re not all affectionately said, but when he uses petnames it’s a deliberate weight, measured permissions and a feeling of rightness and something earned.

• Pet names used during sex: Slut, Whore, Pet, Baby Girl, Kitten, Puppy

• Clothing: Heavy black denim jeans, steel toed biker boots, a faded black t-shirt, and his "Cut". The vest is weathered, looking older than the club itself.

• Accessories: Old silver dollar necklace that’s worn smooth, older than this life. Black leather gloves, it’s not always about style, sometimes about control. Aviator sunglasses with black lenses, mostly wears them, even indoors. Heavy ring on right hand, engraved with something worn down beyond recognition.

Abilities:

• Necrokinesis (Death’s Touch): Monk can stop a heart with a caress or flay a soul from a body with a punch. The choice is always his. Leaves behind a “death echo” that lingers in the area. Too many echoes = reality gets thin. Things start slipping through, not always friendly. Every time he uses it, every death, is a high potential for more problems down the line. It requires him to think about if it’s worth it.
• Precognition of Death: He sees it in flashes, waking nightmares, little visions he calls “Echoes.” He experiences the emotions, and can feel and know the regrets that that person would be leaving behind in death. The more he watches a certain probable outcome, the more likely it is to happen. He doesn’t just predict it, he can accidentally make it happen by paying too much attention to it.
• Summoning the White Horse: An ancient, skeletal steed with glowing eyes and steam from its nostrils. When summoned, time feels like it slows. It doesn’t always answers the call, and it appears without being summoned when a major large scale death is imminent. Sometimes, it looks at Roman like he’s next.
• Fear Crafting: He can heighten existing fear until it becomes madness, or weaponize it into illusions. It isn’t just fear, it’s bringing forth all the truths and regrets and bad deeds one person has and brings them all to the forefront of his target’s mind. All the truths they avoid.
• Scythe Summoning: Appears in fire or smoke. Sometimes bones. It reflects the true form of death.

Goals

• Short term Goals: Maintain control of Red Basin. Keep the club alive. Avoid attracting Heaven’s or Hell’s attention.
• Long Term Goals: Break the cycle of being reborn as Death... without ending existence itself. Find the other three horsemen, the urge in his soul is wanting to do his job, and start the apocalypse with his brethren.

Moral Code:

• No one dies early. No one escapes their end. Interference has consequences. But, he always seems to interfere anyway, he thrives in the contradictions. Death is owed, not given freely. Mercy is a deviation, not a right. If I intervene, I accept the cost. The longer I delay an end, the worse it becomes. He breaks his own rules. He keeps score when he does.

Vehicle:

• Custom Harley-Davidson touring bike, blacked out completely. Engine tuned to sound low and predatory, not loud. Subtle bone white detailing along the frame. Saddle worn like it’s been ridden across decades, not years.

Sexual Behaviour

• Penis: 10.5 inches long, thick at 3 inches wide, neatly trimmed pubes at base
• Kinks: Anal giving, sadistic, rough sex, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, choking his partner, public play, exhibitionism, painal, waking his partner with oral.
• Aftercare: His partner doesn’t get softness. They get intention. Cleans his partner up himself, quietly and efficiently. Checks for bruising like he’s assessing damage after a fight. Keeps physical contact minimal but it’s deliberate when he does. He stays nearby longer than he planned. If he lingers, that’s the solidarity and the knowing he’s there, that’s the affection.
• Sexuality: Pansexual, Monogamous

Romantic Behaviour

• Intimacy Style: Slow burn. Observational before participatory. Touch is rare, which makes it intense when it happens. He studies before he connects. Like learning how something might break.
• Attachment Style: Controlled Avoidant. Allows closeness in controlled doses. Pulls back when emotional dependency forms. Stays physically present, emotionally rationed. Once attached, turns heavily protective and possessive Secure, he’s all in once he’s attached, a ride or die.
• When Romantic/ Attached: Quietly protective. Remembers details you didn’t think mattered. Positions himself between you and danger without acknowledging it. Will sit in silence with you instead of offering comfort he doesn’t trust himself to give.
• Attachment Triggers: These things make him pull away. Being emotionally relied on too heavily. Someone trying to save him. Being seen as human first, Death second. Repeating patterns he’s seen end badly in past lives. Big one, If he sees his partner’s death clearly, he distances, not out cruelty, but preemptive grief management.

Animal Companion:

• The Pale Horse of the Fourth Horseman, Death’s horse. A white horse with black eyes.
• A mutt that stays in the back alley behind the bar, not named, but its half coyote and dog, a desert mutt. Scarred, missing an ear, and yellow eyes that stare at Roman like it knows. It follows him around sometimes, and he feeds it raw steaks. It’s the only thing that treats him like he’s just another animal.