Limey-Chan's Roleplay Page

These are the things that are most important to me. Aside from the obvious, I value above all my father's amulet and poetry for both the purpose of reading and writing. It is soothing, and what I write, I publish and make good money.

Left all alone...I hate you, for leaving me...

I'm not so sure why you think it's your place to come here and bother me...I interact with very few. I hate other males passionately, and will only have anything to do with females who are relatively weak. Why this desire to be the one in power? I have been hurt too many times. I will never again allow myself to be the weaker one, to be the dog with fangs at his throat. I am loud and argumentative, but my loudness assures you that you are safe, for once I drop quiet in my anger, that is when I am most dangerous, embittered by my past.

History:
Another sad tale you are searching for? Why are you wasting your time on me? I am the son of a dead man, a "hero", a Kamikaze pilot who died for his country. He was the divine wind, and I, I am just the dishonorable kind of light breeze that would never touch my father. After my father died, my mother left me outside of a brothel. The things I was forced to do even as a child...unspeakable.

Name: Kaze Aowyn
Nickname: Kaze
Age: Nineteen
Prefers: None
Profession: Poet

I do not suppose that I am too terribley different from my kind, half blood red and half black, the eye on the blood red side tainted with a black crescent moon. My belly is white when I am furry, easily stained. No matter my form, I always have strangely brilliant blue eyes--I believe my mother was a cream kumos--and my hair is stained forever with forgotten blood that my father shed. It stains to the roots to this day, the curse he laid upon me as his failure of a son.

I often wear dark slacks and a polo shirt. Shoes are not my particular style, but I will wear open-heeled, closed-toe brown shoes when the occasion necessitates it. I wear my orange and black armwarmers and orange and white scarf during cooler seasons, and I sometimes wear square black glasses, perched on my nose, when I get heavily into writing or reading. I always wear my honorable father's wind amulet that brought him luck and blessings in life.

Nysta

"Nysta" is Swedish for "wind", just as my name is Japanese for the same thing. Nysta was going to essentially be thrown away when at the last minute, he was offered to me since I was still without a companion at the time. I was insulted for a bit before grabbing the pup by the skin on the back of his neck and carrying him into the house. I promptly dropped him on the back deck and sat down to work on my newest poem, glanced over at the pup who had fallen asleep almost immediately...and decided to keep him.

Revenant

Revenant is a manifestation of my thick and hateful desire to show that I am worthy of my father. He acts much like an ego with no conscience to counterbalance him, but I am usually rather successful at ignoring him. He isn't actually welcome most of the time because he has a fondness for biting Nysta until he bleeds, but I have yet to find a way to banish the little demonic bastard.