Race: Human.
Skin: Soft and supple, pale as the moon's light.
Hair: Firey red.
Eyes: Emerald Green.
Build: Petite yet curvy.
Sex: Femboy.
Age: 21.
Status: Single

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The shouts of spike armor clad men echo down the corridor as Cefrey dodges yet another grope of one of the Mercy Killers in pursuit of him... turning another corner proves to be a mistake in the eyes of the guards, nothing but a lone window at its end. They all shout their insults and justice inspired victory shouts as they think they have finally caught their prey. The rogue's face doesn't react, too focused on his current course of action. Grabbing one of the vases of the long hallway, he jumps forward, throwing it at the feet of the lead Mercy Killer, sending them sprawling over each other. He tucks into a roll, and by the time the Mercy Killers are able to adjust their helmets and look forward, all they see are the shattered remains of the window, the smashing of glass having preceded it. Charging forward, enraged, they look out the window, still smug with the satisfaction the sod probably is at the end of the three foot drop in a splattered mess. There is nothing, however. As they stalk away, blaming each other, a lone mask is left at the end of the drop, the far wall in the alleyway still glowing softly with the magic of one of Sigil's many portals...

~

Thanks to the magics of the multiverse, Cefrey ("See Free") "Brightwood" finds himself in Sinifer City, seeking to make a new name for himself. A boy of many talents, whether it's thievery, assassination, or his sharp tongue, he is eager to pave a new way for himself after having left his home of Sigil.

Cefrey is wary of new people, hostile if warranted, but once a friend he is a friend for life. He can warm up quickly despite putting on a facade of toughness, and even though he'd hit you for saying it, behind closed doors he's sweeter than a kitten.

Standing at a shorter then average height for those his age, Cefrey has a body that has a curve to it. His thighs are thick and plush which leads to his round bottom, his figure overall plush and petite due to a love of sweets outrunning his active exploits... In an ever present pout, his lips are full, and his eyes are a sharp emerald green that have a history behind them, as well as an unnatural glow. His cherubic face has managed to avoid getting any scars, though his chest and arms didn't get the same luxury.

Most who meet him on the street will find him wearing an odd angelic mask, one he has found after months of going without it.

~Lights!~

White Light: Competent partners, interesting RP, story and character building, dominant/ loving partners.

Green Light: Being groped, voluptuous (large jiggly breasts and big fat butts!)/ taller partners, being flirted with, incest, messy sex, sloppy makeouts, outercourse (grinding/ assjobs/ dry humping), maternal partners, age differences, taboo themes, generally open!

Yellow Light: Futa, being dominant.

Red Light: Gross stuff, humiliation, mean partners, men.

(( OOC Info: I am a very friendly person, so feel free to flat out approach me or send me a tell! I am very open to lots of things, and if I don't like something that I don't have in my lights then I will simply react in character, so if it isn't in my lights then try it out!

Those who seek his alignment through magical means would find it to be Chaotic Good. If seeking what his race would be, one would find the blood of a tiefling running through his veins as well. ))