Limey-Chan's Roleplay Page

Like most of the rest of the members of the family, I have a fetish for and prize my scarf and armwarmers. My gay road sign patch is on the back of my favorite ripped up jeans jacket and I never show up to a concert without it and always wear it for at least one song.

Oh isn't is just fabulous, darling...hug hug, kiss kiss...

Oh, hi! Isn't the world just lovely today? No? You tell it, sister. I'm Nouveau, and I know it sounds like some FABULOUS fragrance from France, but it's not, it's me and it's even BETTER. What did you say about me?? Hm?? HM?? What was that about gay people and how we shouldn't struggle for our rights to LOVE and how we're not PEOPLE too? Buzz off, ew. People call me flaming gay, I'm loud, and I've been known to be easy for a handsome face.

History:
Like most of my family, unfortunately, my history isn't that happy. Being gay is tough. I can't help that I'm gay or that I like girly things. I'm sorry if the intro scared you, it's a bit of a gig for my band, but I really am gay. Because of it, my parents, who are very Christian, decided their sinner of a son wasn't wanted and I was forced out of the house at gun point when I was only 14 because my pops caught me with a boy in a romantic fashion in my bedroom.

Name: Nouveau Paris
Nickname: Veau-pants
Age: Nineteen
Prefers: Males
Profession: Singer

I am very, very white in my furry form, lacking the spines of my species. I have spectrum markings more like that of a spectrum keeto, stripes on my back and legs, and I usually wear dark makeup around my eyes. My hair is white and my eyes are a brilliant shade of blue. I'm fairly tall and quite thin, perhaps a bit too thin.

I wear a jeans jacket with the sleeves ripped off, a big yellow diamond patch on the back with a wiggly arrow in between my shoulder blades. Grey and black striped armwarmers, a loose yellow and white scarf, and black pants usually complete the look, along with a pair of heavy black boots. I dress like my idol, Ays*!

*Ays is a plushie zafara on neopets. His history is not too terribley different from Veau's unfortunate life, but he is older and began rocking out a few years prior.

Mewsika

Mewsika was a gift from a lovely fan who also was responsible for my becoming a very lovely shade of spectrum. She's an independent feline who loves to rock out to her heart's content and wants to be part of my band. She almost never lets go of her guitar unless I want to see it, and then she blushes madly before handing it over.

Rhythm

Rhythm is another gift from a fan. He prefers to just listen to my music and cling to me lovingly, but I don't mind the warm, furry attachment that usually graces my neck or lap. He's not very independent, but he seems to get along with Mew just fine. His headphones were a gift from me when he had trouble falling asleep the first few nights he was in my possession.