Huh?
You wanna know who I am? Well okay…
My name is
Antony Fisher.
I am eighteen years old and I am obviously a neko.
I enjoy bright sunny days, staying up all night just talking, and long walks on the beach. *sarcasm*
I've got a nice little tattoo on my back.
If you wanna know me as a person you’ll have to start from twenty years ago. You see, I was the youngest son of a peasant farming family. Mommy and Daddy couldn’t make ends meet so they had to get money to protect their precious farm. I, being the youngest, was also the most useless so I was sold like a kitty to a nice man who said I was gonna be his son’s new play thing. Well, there’s only one thing one a nine-year-old neko kid’s good for. But don’t worry, it didn’t take long to grow out of the cuteness and as soon as I didn’t hold the son’s fancy anymore he threw me out on the streets. It’s been around a year now that I’ve had to fend for myself and it ain’t easy. The nights are cold and the food is scarce when nobody cares about another living being enough to give them work.
What else do you want me to say? I don’t trust people and I’m quick to start something. I’ve been known to enjoy pain… What? You think that’s wrong? There’s only so much neglect a person can take before they began to cherish the pain. Call me a masochist if you will, I don’t really care what you’ve got to say. You’re the one who wanted to know *grumbles*.
