Character name: Ferio
Ferio has emerald-like, forestgreen hair, tied back in a little ponytail, and hazel eyes.
He has two small scars; one on his nose and one on his left cheek.He is of a fairly slender build
and most likely average, or perhaps slightly less than, height for his age.Ferio's usual clothes
consist of a relatively baggy, yellow shirt over a dark turtleneck shirt and white gloves.Ferio also
has two earrings.He wields a sword almost as long as he is tall, and does it pretty well, too!
Ferio can basically be summarized in one word-charming.And a bit of a flirt at
times.But not too much.Of course, he can also be serious when he has to, and considerate
of others.Ferio's quite confident in his swordskills.Accordingly too, after all, not everyone
would be able to use a sword that size! He is basically someone that does care about his
friends when he is needed.Pretty outgoing and generally pleasant.
likes: Fuu, sleep, practising with his sword, taking naps.
Dislikes: sleep deprivation, probably seeing Fuu get hurt. Other friends, too.
Monotonous...Every day, the same procedures repeated themselves.Day in, day out.Nothing
happened.Or at least, if something did, it wasn't relevant. 'Not to me, anyway...' the
green-haired youth corrected himself, hazel eyes flashing as he skilfully swung his sword
in different training routines.Ferio tried to concentrate harder on practising, but somehow,
today he simply could not.It was as if with every passing day, these thoughts plagued him
more and more, making it difficult to sit still and watch everything happen like it always had.
Well, not really always.It was different...when they were here...The Magic Knights...and...
A slight breeze swept in through an open window, ruffling his unkempt
green hair, causing the short ponytail to whip against the back of his neck for a moment.Ferio
brought his blade down on an invisible, non-existant foe, almost viciously.
He'd tried to forget, but it wouldn't happen...No, it wouldn't be right to give up
hope, the least he could do was keep on thinking of her, even if they'd never
meet again.Even if things seemed so dreary and slow-moving now...
'But who knows? Stranger things have happened...'