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[Seraphinu]

Name: Alex
Occupation: Pursuing A.S degree in college
Pay grade: (xDDDDD I laugh at that.)
Age: 18
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 145 lbs

My life is boring. I was born in Jacksonville, but I've lived in Orange Park for the majority of my life. Due to iffy landlords and financial difficulties, I have lived in several different houses, including a hole of a trailer(Which were the worst days of my life- except maybe junior high)

Now we've hopefully finally escaped all the moving around, finally having bought a house three years ago.

I'm your average American teenager. With some small twists. I don't really like heavy metal. I can't tolerate rap. The only R rated movie I've seen in the Omen. I have some issues with my family(though it mostly rests with my Georgia relatives).

But I do get into trouble. I have a habit of not doing my homework. xD I like to play video games, I like to get on the computer. I have a myspace. I have a pet dog(and five cats- but who's counting?) I have a small click of best friends. I like Fullmetal Alchemist and Fruits Basket. So, in many ways, I am an average teen. But all of the things that make me similar to average teens- I don't like them because I'm going with the flow.(except for the myspace- that was forced on me) I do most of these things, and have most of these things because I like them.

My favorite hobbies include singing, writing, and drawing. Scott can tell you, there was a time I was doing all of these at once. Singing to my music, talking to him on MSN, and drawing on a poster. haha

I started roleplaying shortly before starting high school. It all started with Drifting Wolf for me. I was also roleplaying at a Pokemon forum called Serebii. But Drifting Wolf was where I really started roleplaying. I probably took interest because my best friend rpd, and my sister did. So I poked around Neopets, looking for wolf rpgs. I found one. It shut down. But the creator sent me a link to another. And that was how I found Scott, Tempest, Pallu, and all of them. When Mist left, Scott was put in charge. But I was made a mod. I had even asked to be one. I flipped when I saw my name on the moderator list. (haha)

It wasn't long before we moved from Neopets to a real forum. Because Neopets sucks. Scott couldn't write anything involving blood, and I couldn't get into writing longer posts because it wouldn't let me(10,000 character limit, wtf). My main job at DW was to help Scott with the plot, and to kick him when he was being stupid. Eventually the site died. I was the last to leave before Scott shut everything down. Now I've spread out a little more, though I joined several other sites before DW kicked the bucket.

I found WTJC a little less than a year ago. It was affiliated with DW, and I clicked it. I was curious. haha.

I actually kind of miss being Scott's secretary. haha I will miss him when he ships out. Now I won't have anyone to tease mercislessly. xD

[Seraphinu]

Okay, I was poking around the old site, and I found some old posts.

These are two of my favorite posts, one of the best I've ever written, in fact.

Sunstorm nodded at Jaystar, locking eyes with him fleetingly, though hoping that all the love she felt for him had shown through in her glance. She surveyed the battle, but before she could decide which cat to confront, she was face-to-face with Coal. Sunstorm hissed, her ginger ears flattened to her head, her eyes now showing all the hatred she felt for Lostclan. Coal seemed vaguely amused, though his eyes were likewise as hard.

Deputy versus deputy.

The two cats stalked in a circle, tails twitching in rhythm. The circle was wide at first, in the center of the battle, but it closed in quickly as each cat feinted, trying to gain ground on the other. Sunstorm's eyes were fierce, her fangs bared, claws unsheathed. It was clear she was quite serious about harming Coal. Her opponent, however, seemed relaxed. He almost danced upon his paws, with a familiar gate. Something Sunstorm recognized from words... She shook the thought, not wanting to be distracted. The two looked very similar in gait, however, if not for their contrasting pelt colors. ((Plot twist! I'll just drag it out a little, I don't have time to go into full detail))

Surprisingly, it was Coal who took the first lunge, taking advantage of Sunstorm's brief distraction. Coal was on top of her, claws digging into her shoulders, back legs pinning hers to the ground. He grinned, still relaxed. His eyes were wicked, taunting, and very familiar.

"Why so tense, Windclanner?" he mocked, lowering his head until his nose was barely inches from hers. She could feel his foul, hot breath on her face. The smell of carrion was strong, though Coal was always well groomed, the smell of death could not be washed from a pure Lostclanner like Coal.

"I was fine until you showed up," she spat. "You reek of death," she hissed, and struggled against the lithe tom's grip. Coal faked a look of hurt on his face, and smirked. However, he underestimated his victim. Sunstorm ripped her leg from underneath his with surprising force, compromising his near perfect balance. Again, with shocking strength, she kicked his mercilessly in the stomach, sending him sprawling backwards, the wind knocked out of him.

"Why so tense, Lostclanner?" she spat, returning his words with venom in her voice.

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Midnight lay on the ground, heaving. He cursed Pantherfang for charging him like that. He managed to stand somehow, his fur seeming to darken, though it was barely noticable. His eyes glinted with just the smallest hint of red. Those eyes, full of terrible rage, fixated themselves upon Foxpaw. With a snarl that could have belonged to a tiger, he screamed his fury and threw himself onto the apprentice, slashing at him, claws with furiors energy within, energy that did not belong to him.

Sunstorm shoved Phoenixpaw quickly out of the way, and baring her fangs, prepared to coutner Bear's assault. But her eyes fell upon her apprentice, her beloved apprentice, who was currently being torn to shreads by Midnight. She froze, her golden eyes, her mind forgetting Bear and Phoenixpaw. She was hit, the blow from the large tom slamming her with a sickening thud. Her chest exploded with pain as she was sent flying. She gasped as the air rushed from her. She colided with the ground, barely concious now. But it was not Bear who stood over her. It was Coal, a smile playing his lips. Though Bear had clearly been the one to tackle her, Coal wasn't busy with trivial things like killing apprentices. He was much more interested in this one cat that lay beaten at his feet.

"It's rude the just walk away when someone is talking you know," he said, amusement coloring his voice.

"As I was saying, your father... he was my father," Coal continued, speaking as though this was the most trivial thing in the world.

"Guess what that makes us?" the grin grew. Sunstorm snarled with what little strength she had left. Coal shrugged, still smiling, and walked away, his gait fluid as his father's, as it had so often been described to her. Her breathing was shallow, and with every intake, came a sharp pain that would have made her cry out had she the strength. Her vision clouded, and she knew she could fight the haze no longer. Darkness swept over her, as black as Coal's fur. But the pain was still there, and she knew that Starclan could not be this painful. She clung to that shread of hope, that surely she was still alive.

Coal's pale eyes fixed upon Rainwhisker. He smiled at her, a smile that would have been seen as charming if his eyes weren't so malicious. "Shall we dance, Windclanner?" he laughed and smiled, baring his fangs as the smile turned into a cold grimace. He arched his back, unsheathing his claws, tensing his muscles.

[Seraphinu]

So... recently I have gotten back into Mew Mew Power/Tokyo Mew Mew. I'm not sure how it happened. but suddenly I decided that I wanted to go back and watch my favorite episode of it(from when I watched it in junior high). So, I decided, that despite some of the stupid names(Like Lettuce and Pudding), that I would try out the original Japanese version.

Anyways, it's about five girls who's bodies are enfused with the DNA of extremelly endangered animals(called Red Data animals in the anime). They have to use the power that the animal gives them to fight aliens that want to claim the Earth(due to poor living conditions on their home planet) The aliens have the ability to warp animals(and even humans) into powerful creatures called Chimera Animas.

Yes, it probably sounds like the furry knock off of Sailor Moon(which is actually how I refer to it) but for some reason, I like it.

Characters-

Ichigo Momomiya/Mew Ichigo- Iriomote Wildcat

Normal Version This is how she normally looks(well, when she's working. I can't seem to find any other pictures of her)

Transformed Version This is what she looks like when she transforms.

Mint Aizawa/Mew Mint- Ultramarine Lorikeet

Picture(It has both forms next to each other)

Lettuce Midorikawa/Mew Lettuce- Finless Porpoise

Picture

Pudding Fong/Mew Pudding- Golden Lion Tamarin

Picture

Zakuro Fujiwara/Mew Zakuro- Gray Wolf

Picture

Zakuro is my absolute favorite one.

I'm also putting up their transformation sequences. Zakuro's and Lettuce's have the best music, but all of them are pretty good. (Though Zakuro's is my favorite hehe)

Zakuro

Mint

Ichigo

Lettuce

Pudding

[Seraphinu]

With the aquiring of a Windows computer, I have started to learn ow to make AMVs. I haven't gotten any real inspiration yet, but I've already finished two opening credit sequences, one for Tsubasa Chronicles, and the other for Digimon Tamers. I'm actually very pleased with how they came out. You can watch them on Megavideo(They're safer on there than on Youtube)

www.megavideo.com/?d=K24IDMG1 (Tsubasa)

www.megavideo.com/?d=42KE9WQG (Digimon)

EDIT- I finished my Wolf's Rain OP www.megavideo.com/?d=AVPEC56C

Megavideo kinda bothces the quality... but, meh.

[Seraphinu]

I finished my first AMV! It took me 4-5 days to complete. It is Wolf's Rain, to the song Our Farewell by Within Temptation. I'm not uploading it to Youtube... I still don't feel comfortable with them yet, but I have uploaded it to Megavideo.

www.megavideo.com/?d=75E4V0GL Again, quality is downgraded... but, it works.

[Seraphinu]

I haven't updated this in a while... but I'm probably going to do some character developing in my blog...

((only Scott will get what's going on here... Saijin is a character from his roleplay forum, Drifting Wolf. This exercise describes what she was dreaming about while unconscious after she was badly hurt in a helicopter crash.))

Saijin

"At the heart of every shadow, a light shines within..."

Forever she would remember this one day. It overpowered everything in her heart and mind. Seeing the Forward Unto Dawn be lit ablaze, and crash... so many of her comrades died that day. But only three truly mattered to her. Hime, Gaiden, and Farfie. Her precious siblings, who she had never even gotten to say goodbye to...

She hurt. Everything hurt. She couldn't see, she couldn't smell, she couldn't hear. There was only pain. Pain in her body, and pain in her heart. And, what if Kyou was dead, too? If that was the truth, she didn't want to wake up. He wouldn't have been shot if she had been paying more attention.

Painful memories whirled around her heart. So many betrayals and deaths. Quetico... her own father, driven to madness, leaving behind his family, his children. Her mother nearly dying, shot by a sniper. The bombing of ConAgra, the first and only home she had ever known... Hime's rape. Rampage, trying to kill Kyou....

Kyou.

She loved him, with everything she was. Even if she was possessed by a demon, or perhaps a demon herself. The thought of him seemed to give her some strength, and she opened her eyes, though glazed with pain they were, and her vision cut in half by a red haze, which, in retrospect, she realized had been blood running down her face. She was vaguely aware of a strange presence... but she was so... tired... and... she could hardly feel the pain anymore... it was being replaced by numbness, as though her body were shutting down piece by piece. Her body finally gave out as the stranger stood over her, arching her back as she sniffed her curiously, as though trying to find out who she was just by taking in her scent. Those mysterious, glowing green eyes were the last thing she saw before she closed her own, beginning to give in to the black wave of unconsciousness that was sweeping over her senses. Those eyes, that held so much ferocity, they must have belonged to a beast. But they were also wise, and intelligent. She barely registered that she had been lifted into a pair of strong arms. She barely heard the whispered words- that strange accent. But they were comforting somehow.

"Today is not the day you die, hijuelo."

[Seraphinu]

Ohmai. I have had this neat thing written for Rockfang on my flashdrive for like, ever. It was a character exercise for him- I wrote his perspective of an important battle, in first person. I don't like writing in first person for actual roleplaying, but I find it helps me gain perspective of the character's inner thoughts. So, here's Rockfang, back when he was just Rockpaw(lol)-

I remember it clearly, that night. The first night I ever truly felt despair. I remember it all so clearly, watching as blood spilt over the sacred ground of the Moonpool, watching as those I knew and loved for the better part of my life fought for their very lives, and also for revenge. Revenge against a dear life that had been taken. Taken by the very cat I thought could do no wrong. The cat I believed was the bravest and strongest warrior in RiverClan- no, the whole forest. I couldn't have been more wrong. I swore then that if I ever found him again I would kill him myself. But I had to fight in that battle, and so revenge would have to wait.

A lithe black tom came face to face with my mentor, Rippletail. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, filled with some dark humor. But I was tackled to the ground before I could help. LostClan cats were all around, their black pelts and the stench of carrion they brought with them overwhelming. A black she-cat had me pinned to the ground. But something about her pelt color was uneven, and she had a strange scent. It was like a mix of LostClan and something else. With the smell of blood and fury whirling around me, I couldn't be sure. Someone tore the strange she-cat off of me, and I stood, blood creeping from my shoulders where she had scratched me.

But I didn't have time to think about that. No... because what I saw not three fox-lengths ahead of me turned my very blood to ice. Jag, the leader of LostClan, advancing on Creamcloud. Creamcloud, my medicine cat, and my denmate. The thought of losing her was even more unbearable than the pain I was about to put myself through.

In that moment, without thinking, I leapt at Jag, scratching, biting, clawing any bit of him within reach. He was stunned for a moment, but was hardly fazed by the strength of an apprentice. He easily threw me off, slamming me into the cold earth. He ran a smooth claw across my shoulder, and the pain struck heavily, causing me to yowl with agony.

But seeing him ignore me and turn back to Creamcloud somehow gave me the strength to stand. I could feel the blood running down my foreleg, and my shoulder throbbed. But again, I bunched up my muscles and sprang. He threw me down again, slashing at the back of my neck and my back. It was then that my consciousness began to fade, and I couldn't clearly comprehend at first why he ran away, yowling for retreat. I couldn't move, and was only aware of the pain that seemed to run through my whole body. My vision blurred as Creamcloud stood over me, her beautiful eyes wide with shock. That was the last thing I saw that night, and though her face was frightened, I was very glad it was the last thing I saw. I felt my own strength fade, and I knew no more.

I remember hearing a voice that terrible night. It was strangely familiar, though I knew I hadn't heard it before. It spoke to me, telling me to live. Because StarClan needed me to live. I saw her then, in my dream of death, a beautiful silver tabby. Her name was Silverstream. She lay with me that night, and I'm sure it was her who kept me alive, through all the agony that followed.