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[b][size=1]Hoo boy.. Perfect girl, remember.. [u]Physical[/u] - Long hair. Anywhere from shoulder to waist length is nice. I don't like short hair at all. Not curly, lol. - Black or brown hair. I don't really like red or blonde much. - Hazel or grey eyes are evil. ^_^ They just look right to me. - A nice smile. Best thing ever. Good teeth go along with this, most of the time. - Must not have a weird laugh; as in seriously odd. I mean, I laugh funny, and I don't mind others that do either, but crazy ones that go over the top annoy me. - No makeup. Or atleast, not much makeup. It seriously distracts me. Even just lipstick. o.- - Average build. I'm not really bothered about breasts or legs. - No nail polish, lol. It distracts me, like makeup does. >.> - Must be physically fit and healthy. So no smoking, drinking, drugs etc. goes with it. - Gotta be good at football/soccer. ^^ [u]Everything else[/u] - Like Semji said.. we have to be able to just 'click'. - About my age. Two years out, either way is the youngest/eldest (at any point) - She must have one of those easy going voices. A voice that calms you down when you hear it. - She should be able to hold her own against my friends, lol - Average to genious intelligence. - Must like gaming, and atleast, some anime slightly. - Must not be heavily anything. It annoys me when people label themselves as goths, trendies, moshers, trippers etc. Not to mean she can't be any of them. Just she shouldn't really let her music dress her, if that came out right. o.-' - Good hygiene. Bad breath and smell is a no-no. As well as horribly long or dirty nails. - She shouldn't be a drone. If she was exactly like me, I'd probably get scared and freak out. - Someone I can talk with about anything. - Preferrably asian. Not to be sounding racist, but I don't really take with white girls. African american is okay too. - Must be able to put up with me whenever she gets annoyed. And also know when I'm in a real chatty/low mood[/b] *steps back and looks at his list* And you people say you're picky -.-'[/size]

[size=1][b] [spoiler]Hmm. But who ever said Lucrecia gave up her child to Hojo? Hojo [i]is[/i] a sick and twisted man. >.>[/spoiler] But yeah. I'm not sure myself on this whole business. Back to logos again.. FFVI cover... isn't that Terra on the Magitek? [/b] *shrugs*[/size]

[i][size=1] Bebbieroth made his way from the changing rooms to his next lesson. Engineering. He stood at the class doorway. Wait..ENGINEERING?! Was that a mandatory lesson or something? What did he need machines for?! He closed his eyes, and yelled as he spread his arms out in despair and seething anger.[/i] [b]'ENGINEERING?![/b] [i]He opened his eyes to see an odd other 30 set of them staring at him. He so wished he had his sword with him at that moment. He stared at the only empty seat next to Sabre, and sheepishly made his way towards it, knowing that everyone was still staring at him.[/i] [b][color=indigo]'Please find a seat, please.'[/color] 'I have. Shut up.'[/b] [i]Stupid teacher.[/i][/size]

[b][size=1]I couldn't edit on a picture of his staff, obviously, so I've pasted my previous post here [/b][/size] ------- [B][size=1][u]Sign[/u]-[u]Up[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] Sylkis Green [b]Age:[/b] 75 [b]Race:[/b] A mage... possibly elven descent [b]Weapons:[/b] A staff that looks exactly like that of Saruman (LOTR). The staff is slightly extendable. He also has a large arsenal of magic he can wield. He has a dagger which he keeps inside a hidden inner pocket. (View attachment for image of the staff) [b]Bio:[/b] Forced into a temple of magic at early age by his parents, Sylkis never got to see them again before their deaths at the hand of some brutal and bloody force. His village was torched down also, so he stayed at at his temple until he was recognised for his worth, and was admitted into the acclaimed Dark Magic Order. Getting into a high rank in the Dark Magic Order, Sylkis is a member of its council, as well as a high-priced mercenary. Having just completed a contract, a raven flew overhead, dropping a letter addressed to Sylkis into his hands. Past thoughts stirred, and the dark mage's eyes lit up with interest. He set off immediately, not even stopping to receive his contract-money. [b]Description:[/b] He takes the form of a teenage child. Pointy eared; he has a long black hair down to the bottom of his shoulder blades, which in clear light seems to be a deep shade of blue; with eyes of a similar cold colour. A blue tattoo is scrawled across his face; certifying his authority as an elite mage of the Dark Magic Order. He wears a fairly loose robe, made with escape also in mind. The wrists are tightened with black cloth. [/size]

[b][size=1] Meiosis, nondisjunction, endoplasmic macro, endochondralize, endogenic.....*faints*[/b] I seriously didn't know 'ides' was a word o.-;;[/size]

[b][size=1] Hehe. When I got FFVII, I couldn't make heads or tales out of the cover logo, lol. So many thoughts... I actually thought that it was an image of a planet and a moon at first, lol. [/b] Anyway, some semi-decent logos..[/size]

[b][size=1] The quality dosn't look bad to me... *wonders why his jpgs always mess up* There's a swirly bit on the right hand side that looks like part of Shenron O_o[/b] *likes trendwhore-ish things, so gives it a thumbs up*[/size]

[b][size=1] Hmmm... (some of this might be wrong/theories) [spoiler]Jenova isn't an Ancient. She/It's something that came from the skies and wiped out most of the Ancients. The Ancients stopped her or something, until Shin-Ra found it, and started doing experiments with it. I don't think Sephiroth is Hojo's son either. For one, he looks and behaves nothing like him. The way I see it (and a lot of people here) is: Lucrecia and Vincent fall in love. They're having a baby. Hojo appears, and Vincent leaves Lucrecia because she seems happy. Hojo injects mako and Jenova cells or something into the baby before it's born. Vincent tries to stop this all, and he's experimented on instead, and put in a coffin. (That's probably why his limits are all him turning into different creatures... and his claw) Hojo sees all his experiments like children, and Sephiroth being his most successful, obviously he's going to love him in his own twisted way. So um.. Sephiroth's not an Ancient. If that's right, it's kinda sad how Jenova's child kills the last child of the Ancients..[/spoiler] ..sounds right to me, anyway *shrugs and insists he still hates Aeris*[/b][/size]

[i][size=1] AJ stared at the plush-maniac on the other side of the cell bars. If it wasn't for his loyalty to the Queen, he'd probably be with the not-so-bad fellow.[/i] [COLOR=indigo][b]'Plotting to escape?'[/color] 'Why, yes actually...' [color=indigo]'You were?!'[/color] 'Um... I am. I've already started digging my escape hole. It's right there.'[/b] [i]He pointed to a large hole in the ground, near the wall. He had made it about 10 minutes ago, using the spade under the bunk.[/i][b] [color=indigo]'But why?! I put the TV in there so no-one wants to escape!'[/color] 'Oh.. I was planning on taking the TV with me..'[/b] [i]Mini-Flash stared at the hole in the ground, and realised that the thing sticking out of it was the corner of the TV[/i] [b][color=indigo]'Ah...'[/color][/b][/size]

[b][size=1] [color=indigo]'It's your fault we lost! You shoulda bullied the kid and got the ball off him! You had the perfect chance! We coulda beat them an-- '[/color] '--Jin? Bleh. I don't cheat.' [/b] [i]Bebbieroth threw his bag acoss a shoulder, and walked off slowly and purposefully, hoping he had made the cool image he wanted to make to all listening in the changing room. being one of the few new kids was hard. He walked around the shower corner.. and fell flat on his backside. He stared left and right in confusion.[/i] [color=purple][b]'Sorry. My fault.'[/color][/b] [i]A short nerdy kid with a cluster of books pressed against his chest in one hand, and some form of cane in the other.[/i] [b]'...'[/b][/size]

[b][size=1] Actor:[/b] Stephen Fung. He's probably the most similar to me, personality wise. Easy act =p [b]Happy music:[/b] not sure [b]Sad music:[/b] 'Without Me', by Nicholas Tse. Played during reflection, fairly loud. [b]Angry music:[/b] 'Hit 'Em Up', by Tupac. Fade in slowly, into the words 'we keep 'em coming'. Played quiet. [b]Love music:[/b] 'Simple and Clean', by Utada Hikaru. Sorta quiet. [b]Film length:[/b] 1:45 to 2:15 [b]Story:[/b] Flashbacks through schoolife, in chronological order. Showing everything that deserves to be remembered (and some made up stuff too, that could've happened/might happen) [b]Ending:[/b] A business man dressed in a grey suit walks onto the school playing fields slowly, with his hands in his trouser pockets. He stops and looks at the field, as it begins to rain and get muddy. 'Let M Die' (by N Tse) starts to play, with flashbacks of schoolchildren in the grey and brown muddy field fighting; wrestling; laughing and running around; and playing football all in mixed orders. And then the man, all wet, walks off the playing fields slowly. He wipes something caught in his eye, puts on his glasses, and steps into his limo.[/size]

[b][size=1] I like sleep. But I like talking to people more. So I tend to sacrifice my sleep for going online quite a bit. In the morning I feel kinda grouchy, but only until I get to school. I like it when it's late at night, because I can go to sleep, or talk to people, or just get on with whatever I have to do. So yeah. I guess I'm not really that bothered either way.[/b] *is ill; goes to sleep now*[/size]

[b][size=1] *looks at attachment* Yes. Old people are unbelievably blind, lol. Wow. Old lady survived an artichoke/grenade without losing a limb. Lucky her...[/b] *looks at attachment again*[/size]

[b][size=1] You know..that foot position is quite comfortable. Except I'm too lazy to sit like that, because it takes me too long to get into it o.o' But I don't sit like that. I cross my feet at the bottom base bit of the swivelly part of my chair, with my right foot hooked over my left foot. And then I just keep turning slightly while I sit. ^_^;;[/b] Wow. What I said sounds almost complicated. >.>[/size]

[i][size=1]Mini-AJ blinked a couple of times, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He clambered to his podgy feet, groaning as he did. The first thing he saw was a plushie. Evil itself..[/i] [b][color=indigo]'Boo! HAHA!!'[/color] [/b][i] Okay. Not so evil. But remotely. As in Mini-Flashy.[/i] [b]'Hey ^_^'[/b] [i]Mini-Flash stared at his captive in wonder. He scratched his head in thought and asked him what he needed to.[/i] [b][color=indigo]'You're... not scared..?'[/color] 'Hardly. After giving me a cell with 999 channels, and a 52-inch screen?' [color=indigo]'Awww....'[/color] 'Well, I guess I'm sorta scared. Knocking me out cold with a short blunt stick was painfully slow, and really original and effective ^_^' [color=indigo]'I know. I am so uncliche, it's unbelievable..'[/color] [color=darkblue]'A short evil man, out to take over a kingdom that represents all that is good and true? Uncliche my--'[/color] [color=indigo]'--Shutup Mini-Sheik, you insubordinate of mine'[/color] [color=darkblue]'..Throw it in my face..'[/color][/b][/size]

[i][size=1] Bebbieroth walked last out the door, shutting it very quickly, and resting his back against it. It was insane the way his professor had been shooting out answers to hypothetical techno dance questions for the most of the hour he had been stuck in the classroom. He wiped his forehead, shivered off all bad thoughts of dancing, and walked off to his second period: PE He sighed in relief. If there was one thing he loved to do, it was burn things. If there were anything else, they would include: hurting people, playing 'soccer', and DDR.[/i] [b]'Whoo!'[/b] [i]He realised he was late again. And at that, being stared at by every face in the hallway, his hands straight up in the air in joy.[/i] [b]'Go.. soccer?[/b] [i]Stare while you can fools. You people are so remembered, hunted down and dead. Bebbieroth hurriedly ran to the direction of the changing rooms, tripping up on small things along the way. Okay. So he wasn't as cool as you all thought...[/i][/size] ------------------------ :p

[i][size=1] The bell had gone about 10 minutes ago. Bebbieroth was still out in the hallway though. He had heard the bell. But he couldn't go to class with his long blade. It wouldn't fit through the door. And attempting to sit in his desk probably wouldn't go very well either. He sighed, and gave up trying to fit his Mogamune Blade into his locker.[/i] [b]'Shouldn't you be class by now?'[/b] [i] Bebbieroth turned around to see Principal Fujimatsu; eyes glaring, and hands crossed.[/i] [b]'Mr Fujimatsu! My uh.. sword doesn't fit in my locker, sir.' 'What?! Another sword freak with locker problems?![/b] [i]Another? With a... sword? One that was big enough to not fit in a locker too?[/i] [b] 'Oh for goodness' sake. Just stick it in through the top. Can't see anyone running off with that long thing...' 'Yes sir' 'Name?' 'Bebbieroth, Mr. Fujimatsu sir' 'Bebbo, eh? Well I'll be keeping close tabs on you too. Now hurry and go get to class!'[/b] [i]Bebbo? That guy was so going to get it to him. After schooltime, of course. He slowly made his way into his first class. Dance Theory.[/i] [/size]

[i][size=1] Disturbed seagulls squawked as they flew overhead in fear; fleeing from the echoing scream of multiple gunshot blasts. The birds flew away, and there was silence again at the cliff-top.[/i] [color=ff00cc][b]'I hate these goody goody plushies!'[/color][/b] [i]The young schoolgirl blew on the smoking barrels of her shotgun, before resting it against a shoulder, and then letting her hands slide down, gun against the floor.[/i] [color=ff00cc][b]'You!'[/color] 'M-Mm-Me, Lieutenant Mini-Ajenia?' [color=ff00cc]'Yes you! My fingers hurt from shooting so much. Cooouuld you please just throw the remaining PoW over the edge for me please? ^^'[/color] 'But Lieutenant... Master Flash said to take them all back to be brainwashed' [color=ff00cc]'But it's too far back. It'll take too long to bring them back. And they wouldn't make good soldiers anyway. Umm.. yeah! ^^'[/color] 'Yes ma'am...' [color=ff00cc]'Oh and umm... pillaging'll take too long. Just burn the village down, right? I want to move on to the next village as soon as possible ^^'[/color] 'Yes ma'am..'[/b] [i]The little girl walked down the steep climb of the hilly cliff slowly, snickering in private delight. She'd find him soon enough... ..she would.[/i][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Nightwing [/i] [B]Any film that has Donnie Yen in it is my Fav. And every Bruce Lee flim too but he's not ***... [/B][/QUOTE][b][size=1]If I knew you in real life, I'd shake your hand ^_^[/b] Oh, and J-17... Bruce Lee's Chinese =)[/size]

[b][size=1] Congratulations, Kevin ^_^ It was kinda weird though guessing the fandom thing though, lol[/b] [quote][b]Rick Hunter:[/b] want to take another guess at that? [b]AJeh:[/b] You've been officially recognised for your animania? [b]AJeh:[/b] ^_^[/quote]And as for the job thing... there's nothing really I can say[/size]

[b][size=1] One of my friend loves Daredevil to bits. He'll be watching this, and I might/might not go see this depending on what he thinks of this, seen as though everyone that's posted so far seem to all have totally opposite and um.. [i]conflicting[/i] opinions o.-[/b] *waits 'til school tomorrow*[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]You bashed me by saying "you're tired of people bashing..."... I'm people.. I haven't bashed any religion in any thread... how dare you..... see... it's all the same. Yeah... uh yeah... [/B][/QUOTE][b][size=1]Reading that just made me laugh so hard, lol :laugh: [/b]Wow. It's been a while since I've used that smiley >.>[/size]

[b][size=1] Is Desbrekky serious? Alexus Bing told me Weh is having internet problems. So if he can't post for the next month, his account will get deleted?[/b][/size]

[b][size=1] I love it to bits ^_^ I like the way you made it rhyme without it sounding even slightly cheesy. *cough[/b] Unlike mine [b]cough* And I like the way you made the ending lead back to the beginning again. The only thing I can say is the word 'redirect' seems kinda out of place in the poem to me. *shrugs*[/b] *feels inspired and thinks about maybe making an poem for OB too*[/size]

[b][size=1]And not every Muslim is a backward minded terrorist with a bomb under his vest.[/b] Atleast no-one on OB seems to think that. *stares at the old people in town*[/size]