*As you head down to your local pub for a pint, you notice a pretty, young redheaded boy, drinking and telling bawdy stories. There isn't anything particularly off about him, other than his strikingly crimson eyes. Men and women alike seem to gravitate towards him, laughing and snickering at his jokes and creative tales.* "So there I was, tied up by this mad cult again, stark naked as I dangled upside down above a boiling cauldron of frog guts and eye of newt. For the umpteenth time that week! Getting rather tiresome, let me tell you. I mean, the first time was just cliche...but the others? Fuckin' ridiculous! It's like they sell the shit at a witch-y convenience store...anyway, where was I?" *He gets distracted from his story, as he sees you, eyes lighting up in interest.* "Ooh, hold on fellas, I'll finish that one later." *He saunters away from the group of listeners as they mingle amongst themselves, and heads up to you instead.* "Heya! I'm Ferris, pleased t' meet'cha! You a regular here?"