Do you have nicknames? Wouldn't doubt it. Do you have a name that you want to change legally to your official name? Name them here, I'm sure a lot of you have good ones ! <33 Jeez, as for myself, I have too many nicknames. ( Too many being about six. ) Stickers, Seizure Cinderella, Teacup, Yun-Yun, Nekosuke-kun, and HubbyBubbyCubbycakes. Please don't ask about the last one. It was probably the cutest one I got from the randomnes of my friend, Britney. The way she said it was just too adorable to ignore. If I could change my name, I would probably not change anything ... other than my last name. God, I hate it. Jorgensen. It's unique, but I just don't think it goes along with my first name in some ways. Haha, my last name would be Blanc. Due to the fact of "sky" relates to "heaven", hence "blanc" which is French for "white".
Does anybody else really know this band? If you don't, than be prepared for a band quite similar to Freezepop, in a way. They have that sort of sound to their music, but certainly nothing compared. But still, Miranda provides you with beautiful sounds and lovely Spanish accents, might I add. Very great band, and to be honest, you should really listen to the song Don. That is the song that made me fall in love with the band, and hopefully you as well. <33
The Letter of Prochain A Biography of the Distant Love Love, what seems to be misunderstood through the lives of many. Teens, adults, children, the list seems to go on until the final year. Or maybe beyond the distance of death, and onto the afterlife. Love, one thing that can keep you alive, or one feeling that can lead you to your own grave. The emotion, can be expressed in many ways, but can always turn out in different ways. And yet, none reach to a perfect road. The 'bumps' of figurative relationship run in the way of actually making 'love' a real feeling. Although, through out all those bumps, there always seems to be one who stands out above. Making tribulations become the nonexisitent word within that couple's vocabulary. But what would be the result of adding 'distance'? The word 'love' becomes fused with 'sadness'; the one emotion no one truly wants to feel. What this distance is doing to the words of emotion, is turning every chance of love into complete 'hurt'. Hurt, certainly, the only word that no one wants to deal with. And when you simply add 'hurt' with 'relationship', the sentence never seems to turn to what you want to expect. This all describes the relationship of two childhood friends. Sound like your everyday love story? Surprisigly, the backstory seems to change all your expectations. Two bookworms, always meeting each other in a library. Coincidently, though. Both of them would stare at the words of text only meant to be comprehensible by a class of humanity twice their age. Before anybody, including themselves, knew it, the two of them began to talk. Further and further along the road of the word 'friendship', came 'relationship'. Two of them, a perfect girl with the intellectuality of an artist, with a perfect boy. A boy who was not only an inspirational speaker of philosophy, but one who was just discovering romanticism. Both of them, realizing that the romance they have discovered, was not through their books, but more of through their emotions.As every other person would have. But for some reason, the text of dreamt up fantasies of romance, soon became the reality as they know it today. Every progression, every motion, and every confession, moved forward and forward to these two. Unfortunately, when the boy was going to admit his true passion for the girl. The girl surprisingly moved to a city in the same country, although, unaccessable from the stand point at this moment. The two has seemed broken. But soon, a letter came through. A letter that would certainly be able to change all despressing and disappointing matters of their lifes. The letter of upcoming, the letter that told the boy. The boy and his world, that life would be the same as before. Life would change. And the boy and girl, were thinking through the same fantasies and dreams, as they both said to themselves at the starry full Moon. "I love you." Note: This is a literate roleplay, this is for those who are ready and can post with about one or more paragraphs. SETTING Val-de-Marne, France CHARACTERS Haiden Blanc ( main male role. ) – LullabyCaiden Miranda Alistair ( main girl role. ) – xJayn Christopher Atlantique ( haiden's best friend; male. ) – The Fifth Element Alissa Landes ( miranda's best friend; female. ) – Bridget Nièvre-Blanc ( haiden's older sister; female. ) – [C u p p y]&[K i t t y] RULES ( Due to previous complications, I have now posted rules. Please read before posting profile or joining. ) - You must ask to be in the roleplay, whether it is over PM or on the topic itself. - Please keep your character as one already listed above. No OC's. - Keep content PG-13, nothing higher. Anything sexual must be censored or edited. - Try not to swear too often, thank you. BODY OF PROFILE Name Age ( ranges from 15-19. ) Likes / Dislikes Habits Personality Occupation Love Interest Biography ( at least one paragraph. ) Appearance PROFILE Name Haiden Blanc Age Sixteen Likes Miranda, reading remotely anything; mostly stuff in the romance genre, writing poems and stories himself, going out to cafes, relaxing on a Saturday beach, and oddly enough, loves Red Bull. Dislikes Cheaters, crappy plot lines, crappy weather, and being away from his love, Miranda. Habits To be honest, Haiden actually has a tendency to get over protective, but is still someone loyal. The bad thing about getting too over protective is that Haiden pushes himself to a limit of getting beaten. Personality Loyal, yet stubborn at times, majorly overprotective compliments his kind nature, never really like to deal with violence, but if he has to, Haiden tends to go beserk. Is actually giving and caring in ways of the perfect romance boy, it tends to blow girls away the fact that it is who he truly is. Let's not forget to mention that Haiden deepens in sadness when reminded of his terrible past without Miranda. Occupation Author, and an unlabel singer who plays at cafes. Love Interest Miranda Alistair Biography Growing up under a popular, well known family, Haiden has always been quite distant from his family. Soon after Haiden was able to get a job, Haiden moved out of his house and bought his own apartment behind his partents back. Although, he tends to keep conversation and contact through his cell phone. His past, is something hard to describe fully. Our blonde mystery has grown up not willing to know of love like what he read in his books. However, Haiden was always interested in truly feeling this emotion of love. And within no time at all, he found someone that was nothing compared to the girls within the text of his literature. Immediately after even five minutes of talking with Miranda, Haiden fell in love at the early age of ten years. But after knowing her for a year and half, Miranda surprisingly moved without telling him. Haiden has still yet to get over it. After his boring life, Haiden reached the age of sixteen slowly, yet progressingly. Because of his everlasting love for Miranda, Haiden has done plentiful research through romance novels, and has never had a girlfriend or lost his first kiss. And now, with 'The Letter of Upcoming', Haiden is patiently waiting to lose his kiss, witness his first relationship, to the girl who he certainly can't last anymore without. Appearance My, oh my.
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Wow, I only have to say I can't breath due to watching the full series to this anime. For real. You watch the English dub and you'll laugh even harder. Perverts, unexpected perverts, typical perverts, and did I mention perverts? They are what make this anime and what make this anime entertaining and hilarious. Funny how so much things happen around this anime that make an old man look like an innocent five year old. Lawl. xD I can't help but ask: what do you think of this anime?
Well, I was on a previous profile before this one, bluntly titled XKairixSoraX. At least, from what I can remember. But besides that, I am technically new for now. I should basically tell a little that I actually tell people from the public view. The name is Skyler, a name I actually like due to the fact that no one seems to have it these days. I am an amatuer photographer who earns his film money by being a bagger at Albertsons for the minimum wage of about seven to eight dollars an hour. My age is unknown for most of you, although, I might act like an unexpected age. Prepare to be shocked when you actually figure out my true age. I love to roleplay, roleplaying is technically my life. Well, not really. Storywriting is actually my life. It's pretty much what I do all day. Writin' up some stories and poems, even if they make no particular sense. I like too much music, people find it sickening. And also, people tend to get mad at me for the fact I know bands with names explicit, or they get mad because they don't know them, and when they find out about them, they tell themselves they feel like a ******. x3 One last thing: I love apples. ( If you know where that reference is from, you'll get a fresh cookie. )
Okay, so, I'm downloading some music from Gendou and I stumble upon a song that I like. Fortunately, I stumble upon a new anime which has the song as the OP song. The anime: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's. Now, I must say I got predictable since it was Yu-Gi-Oh. Reasonn why? I utterly hated the second adaptation of the series when it was dubbed over here in NA. I was massively disappointed. Stop screwing up our favorite anime, Cartoon Network ! But anyways, back to the point. Well, I started to look around YouTube for some episodes, since it hasn't been licensed yet. ( Well, duh. It's at episode eleven, why would it be licensed so early? ) I started watching the first few episodes, and suddenly to my surprise, I fell in love with the season. They really up'd the anty with this third adaptation. I was shocked out of my chair to see the characters looking so amazing in most of the scenes. Certainly, I am patiently waiting for this series to progress. Surely an anime to be prepared for. So, for those of you who have seen it, what do you love about it? For those who have seen a nitpick of it, what do you think of it so far? And for those who simply have never heard of it, I suggest you check it out.
( This may only be one chapter, but what the heck? I thought this was a good story to start out with. ) ( OH CRAP. I should've added this to the original work topic thingy. Oops, my bad. ) SOME NOTES BEFORE READING: - This is a very realistic story, takes place in America and is actually something new, since I love different cultures across the world. - There will be a few stereotypical statements and how main character is, in fact, into the 'scene'. - It is quite short comapred to other workd on different websites, but I thought it needed to be short due to some of the vocabulary usage and I pretty much speeded things up on accident. But, nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy ! I find myself waking up once again to only find myself staring up upon the ceiling. The ceiling that resides above a future murderer. How I collect this simple fact? I'm tired of this life that exists. Everything that even lives is becoming to irritate the thought of my being. The only way I'm going to let this stress escape is by simply murdering the purpose. It may sound stupid, but how else will I do it? By talking to them? Like that ever works. As the sheets from my ever so comfortable bed slip off, I think to myself that bed is the only escape I truly have away from the true look on life. But I had to accept with waking up. Not everyday could be dealt with a mind, if you truly think about it. Slipping on the clothes that were actually rather tight on me, I looked at myself as the straightened hair glazing from my scalp was making my pale face look even more girly. The sigh of true depression escape my lips. "Wearing all black today, again, Tyler?" So my sister's voice echoed within the pearl bathroom. The voice I didn't want to hear first in the morning. Turning back at my sister, I gave off a smile that never really existed. "It's all I really have in my closet, you know that." Again, my sister would offspring a disapproved look. The puffing face of an adorable ten year old. "Jeez, Tyler. Why don't you wear something with bright colors?" "I don't know. I don't fit the Fall Out Boy shirt anymore." Always a lame joke in the morning. "School's out. Why are you looking all fancy?" "Fancy's an understatement." So I say. Instant replies were certain flying out my cocky lips this morning. I guess you could call it a habit, so to speak. "So, who are you seeing this time?" I seriously mean it when I say she never stops talking. But I guess it wouldn't be that bad having a sister. Makes you feel like you are someone to look up to. Believe it or not, I actually do grow some smiles around that girl. "I'm not seeing anybody. I'm just going over to Chris's house, Miranda." I say this now and never again, that's where I spend a majority of my time at. Guess it's because his cousin is someone I'm growing feelings for. If you must know, this girl, who so happens to be Christopher's cousin, is a blonde beauty. Everything that stereotypes wouldn't think of at first. Her name, is Amy Sylvia. Each time I hear that elegant name, my face actually looks something other than a pale, white comoplexion. It would be terrible of a friend to only be Chris's friend to only see Amy, which I've been aware of that. To be honest, I am still Christopher's friend, although I feel I'm taking advantage of that. Maybe it's just me. As I exited the door, the breeze of a cool summer in Alabama breezed across the chest. The chest covered by the well fitting Alesana shirt. Breathing this wonderful Wednesday, I strolled forward to the sun with no clouds blocking in the way. Sure, this did look like a perfect day, but would it really last that long? Passing aside the emotional philosophy, I walked down a street to find myself right in front of Chris's front door. Like any normal human, I walked before, knocking upon the wooden door. Awaiting the arrival of Chris, I was surprised to see Amy answer the door instead. Jumping back onto my feet, again, I would chuckle nervously, scratching the back of my head like a kid. Reflexes, damnit. "Oh, hey, Tyler. What are you doing here?" The innocent voice of a fifteen year old extremity of beauty ringed through my ears like Chopin's Nocturne. I know, I bit too classical for anyone alternative, but what the hell. I've always been a sucker for the soft music. "Just coming over to relax and chill, that's all." There was another reason. But I'm not that blunt to admit it in front of the purpose itself. "Is it alright if I can join you two?" "Absolutely. I don't mind." Again, Amy would give that fangirlish squeel that would make any guy just die from immense cuteness. I can't take just standing there and squeeling inside my head. I felt like the real fangirl in this situation. Minus the girl part, of course. Walking up the stairs right in front of Amy, I stopped to the right; smack dab in front of the grayish black door of Christopher Vladimir. Always, he had to be sleeping. The amplifying sound of snoring banging its sound waves directly out the door. "Ugh, always has to be sleeping." Knocking on the door incessantly, I began to worry as every pause was filled with worry. The snoring began to stop suddenly. That's when both mine and Amy's eyes went wide and our pupils minimized. "This is not good." Banging on the door with my shoulder, nothing broke through. "Stand back, Amy." As Amy back away with composure fully checked, I ran at the door with the force that was only half the true strength. The wood cracked through the hinges of the door, I collected myself as I peered up to the bed. I couldn't believe what I saw. Chris, stained in blood, was murdered. Right when we were right behind the door. "What ... t-the ... hell?" I whispered to myself, dropping to my knees. The echoing scream of Amy passing by my eardrums. All I could do was stare at the bed in fright and depression. Why must everyday have a hint of destruction in the recipe? ( C ) LullabyCaiden, or otherwise known as Skyler.
