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A slender and delicate neer'do well more at home in a seedier part of place, they have a bar wenches tongue and a cutpurses wit to them, which in less lilac prose means they're a bit sarcastic and cutting.

A roguish devil may care's smile is nearly always upon their pouted lip, the smug self satisfied look of a cat whom has gotten their cream and not worked a day for it.

His manner one of relaxed boredom mixed with the occasional streaks of cruel irony, they tends to slink and slide where he goes, and on a lucky chance, might affix someone with a smoldering look our a fat lipped pout.

His soft lilting voice is smooth as silk, and his lovely eyes seem to sparkle with amusement at times, when not practicing their resting bitch face(a sinfar pastime for anyone who looks good in heels, and he looks fabulous in heels)

Height: 5'4
Weight: 107
Hair: Darker auburn
Eyes: lurvley
Cock: Mhm! Nothing to write home about unless your parents are particularly easily impressed

Greens: A healthy viridian, prefers sassily submissive roles, light bondage, interesting stories, long walks upon the beach, theft of your belongings and oral stimulation with a side order of well made, designed and good characters mixed with just a dash of ne'er dowellians

Yellows: A loathsome pallid hue, he'd prefer under all but the most of extreme situations of course within the course of a complex story with deep consequences to rp the scenario's of rape, brutalizing and other such unpleasant manners. While this boy is not a silver heated knight, honestly if I wanted to start writing detailed fiction about degrading gays I think I'd be more inclined to become a christian author.

Reds, a warning light of danger flashing in the darkness, let us simply place that 'red lights' are things that would fall under both the categories of 'stupid' and 'bizarre for the sake of bizarre'. I shan't and want shit, piss, maul, murder, or fuck any cuts I make in your flesh nor shall I enjoy sexual relations with blobs of sentient protoplasm, six limbed snake women and whatever else you crazy kids are into these days.

Into dudes. Thinks cooches are yucky. Not particularly into lady dongles either. He might be hotter then your girlfriend.

On pronouns: She's fine, he's fine, whatever. I usually use they and tend to drift into 'role appropriate' parlance when they're feeling properly motivated.

Cheers. Hate as thou wilst.