Limey-Chan's Roleplay Page

My valued possessions. My wings give me flight, the toy is memories of the old days when things were still under control, still good. The doll, I am convinced, speaks to me and tells me evil things to do. It tells me it is simply named, "IT".

Stay out of my way...or risk your death, by my claws...

*low growling* Yea, what a mistake you've made coming out here, my dear, for though you may find some to be kind, I am far from it, drenched in the blood of both the living and the dead. My loyalties are none, not even to the ones I call family. I once was so different, so gentle, so kind, but no longer can I control the demon that lies within. I often act as nothing more than a monster in a family of all black sheep. It is quite accurate when others describe me as being bitter and angry, a dangerous demon.

History:
As I told you, I was once a kinder creature. I loved my family and my friends, but I knew this curse was lying within me beneath the surface the whole time. I rarely let it willingly surface, the help of amulets and charms supressing the beast for as long as possible. But no longer. I cannot hold back the beast even with the help of spells. I go days where I will forget myself and awaken in a pool of a stranger's blood, my craving, my hunger barely satisfied as it rests lightly beneath the surface, only partly satiated--nay, not enough.

Name: Fiasco Maxwell
Nickname: Fio
Age: Twenty, physically
Prefers: None
Profession: Murderer

My appearance is not too different from the image of my kind, except that I am smaller and more packed with muscle. I lack the spines and the extra fangs, but my one set of fangs is sabre-cat sharp and too long to be argued with. I have more of a large feline build with a longer canine muzzle in my furry form. I always have clawed hands and feet. My hair is long, brown, and stringy no matter what form I possess and my eyes are red at almost all times except for the rare moments when I surface from darkness--then they become amethyst. In a human form, I am rather short and lightweight, belying the muscle and strength lying beneath.

I do not always appear in clothing, and it usually is little more than that tatters of my cassock shirt and black pants. I never wear shoes--they are an annoying discomfort. Great black demon wings always are upon my back, neatly folded when not in use, and a tattered plushie that is a visage of my former self protrudes from the remains of a pocket while a small demonic clown voodoo doll dangles from my left wrist by a black cord 'round its throat.

Micah

Micah's parents were killed by me during one of my rampages, and yet for the strangest reason, I spared the little boy-child. Neither he nor I can recall what happened to Micah's sister Tasha and Micah sometimes makes efforts to search for his sister, but for the time being he seems rather content staying with me. He rides around on my shoulder and scares away outsiders.

Yokoshima

Yokoshima was slaughtered out of "mercy" because I knew it would be kinder to kill him than to allow the stray to starve to death. For some reason, the spirit of the puppy did not pass on but remained in this world. My rampages, I am told, tend to coincide with the disappearances of the little ghost and they tend to end when he reappears. He has a bad habit of getting under my legs and tripping me up, so it is not uncommon for me to carry him around like a kitten.