Limey-Chan's Continued Roleplay Page

The items that are of most importance are those that are relating to my trade, and to the protection of my eye. I, unfortunately, have a tendency to get infections easily and the patch seems to ease this. I live and die by my sword, and my coat and bandana serve more than just their perfunctory purposes.

Quiet contemplation...leave me be, keep me alone...

Despite looking so disgustingly cheerful, you are not as welcome here as you might think. Oh! Le gasp! A spectrum pet who isn't all bright and cheerful to see you! Get over it, really. I've never been a people person, so don't take it too personally. I am Cephiro's cousin, though I'm sure you'd never accurately guess that, huh? I do have a noticeable attitude problem, and I'm told that I'm brusque, rough, and very hostile. I'm a manly guy, very masculine...you'd expect me to act like a pansy?

History:
Like I said, I'm Cephiro's cousin, and no, I  am not getting therapy from a guy who can't act like he has balls. I think he forgot somewhere along the line he's a dude. Anyway, back to my history. I was a problem kid, a bully, always being told I was going to end up in jail. I haven't yet. I guess I can, in part, chalk it up to my older sister, Emeraude, being kicked out of the house for falling in love with the wrong guy. My parents refused to ever to speak to her or of her again, and I enjoyed making things hell for them after that.

Name: Ferio Zephyr
Nickname: Eri
Age: Eighteen
Prefers: Females
Profession: Thief

I'm a bit of a chameleon. When I want to be noticed, I'll stand out, and when I want to be missed, you'll never see me. My coat is a dirty grey color that I've carefully honed into a color that can blend into anything as a furry, and my hair is just a knotted black mess . Talk about blending in. I guess I'm on the medium to tall side and I'm pretty thin, considering how much underhanded work I have to do. The only feature that ever stands out is my eye because it's such an odd red. *slow grin* It scares people. That and my broken horns.

I usually wear a black t-shirt, black ripped jeans, and my long, well-worn brown trenchcoat that easily hides my shortsword and the rainbow myriad spots on my arms and legs. Black sneakers cover my feet, and a black bandana is usually around my neck for quickly covering my face from sight. A black eyepatch covers my right eye, lost in a fight a year or so ago.

Emeraude

Emeraude was found in the mud near the token shop, discarded because she is merely a black pouf with 7 colored tails. She has no spectrum trail; at least she hasn't shown one to date. Maybe she never had one, maybe she lost it because she was so sad, who knows. She was forced upon me to supposedly teach me some degree of kindness. When I asked what it was named, Limey told me it was named Emeraude, after the sister my parents abandoned and refused to ever speak of again. That sneaky brat... But I took her in without another word.