Limey-Chan's Roleplay Page

These are my prized possessions. Gloves are a must in my line of work, for some of the most obvious reasons, and I can't go anywhere without my protection. Of course, being the good Italian boy that I am, I love my pinstripe Fedora. =) Cheers!

Life is a game...come play with me, you're just a pawn...

Well, well, well. Welcome to you! I am Liotta Grant, considered the adult of this little family despite the fact that I am not the oldest. That honor belongs to another sibling, but we will come across him later. I suppose you could say that I am an angelic keeto, but not very much so. I am a mafia leader, though not quite old enough to be considered a true don. I suppose I have mellowed since I first joined and I try my best not to harm people. Strangely kind for a such a naughty boy, eh? I am often described as being serious, firm, and cold, as well as being a bit of an entrepreneur. However, you'll see that the way I treat my loved ones is far from cold. Perhaps they're just too scared to get to know me, although my pistol does tend to scare them off...I wonder why?

History:
There is little I wish to say regarding my history. My birth parents are long forgotten; I am an orphan taken in by a great man, a mafia don, originally to be his daughter's playmate. We grew up together and I grew to love her and she myself. Her father arranged that I would be taught how to run the family and arranged for myself and his daughter to be wed. All was well, for I was happy, but I could never truly make her happy. It was a black day indeed the day I found my beloved, my wife, my Alicia, cold and dead with a bullet in her head.

Name: Liotta Grant
Nickname: Lio
Age: Twenty
Prefers: Females
Profession: Hit man

Aside from my personality being far from angelic, my appearance seems to portray another side as well. Instead of the pale and dusky blue, I am a slightly darker, more watery blue. I lack the shining halo and there never were wings to grace my accursed back. My hair is a sleek bluish black and the traditional dark markings on a keeto are bluish black. My eyes are not blue as would be expected but a very strange shade of hazel, green around the outside and distinctly brown near the pupil, which some call the eyes of a liar. I am of average male height and slightly slender.

I am nothing short of a very snappy dresser, if I do say so myself. I prefer darker suits that hide blood better, dark shirts, and dark ties. I like jackets with big inside pockets for storing my hand-gun. In line with that, I prefer dark shoes. They are not only dressy, they are very comfortable. I also an almost never in public without gloves on my person. They come in handy...

Alicia

Alicia is named after a very obvious someone--my deceased wife. This pixie is very small, about the size of Sumomo (Peach) from Chobits and shares my coloring, hair, and eyes. Like myself, she lacks the wings that her kind are supposed to have. She appeared near Alicia's grave soon after the woman was laid to rest and followed me home, relentlessly harassing me, pulling my hair and tail until I asked what she wanted. She smiled and pointed at me with a faint giggle. I heaved an irritated sigh and agreed just for the sake of being left alone. Since then, I and the snowpixie have developed a close relationship. She is frequently found on my shouder or in the breast pocket of my suit.

Lido

Lido is another "followed-me-home" minion, one who tailed me after a failed transaction in a dark alleyway. The sound of gunshots had frightened the creature into following me as I fled, and he comforted the my young self when he had caught up and discovered me nursing a bullet would in the shoulder. Lido comes from "Liotta's Shadow", which is what the dog was called for the first few days after I took it in, for it follows me everywhere.