Hello all you lucky folks out there; I'm John The Marvelous, but you can call me John. I have skulked around for a while and tried to figured what this is all about and when i finally did i was pleasantly surprised. So hope to know more about you people out there so i can make you all grovel at my awesomeness. So thanks for reading...OH yess also, I love to try and help others with their problems big or small...i know that sounds weird but i love to help in any small way i can so if you need me just look me up here people!
Recently I have discovered Tektek.org, lovely little sight, BUT that is no the point, the point is that from now on I shall use THOSE characters I create there to represent characters for my Rp's. No that is not to say that anime is not ever going to be seen again, cause that is just Stupid...I am doing this becasue most of the time, some of my characters because some anime characters do not and cannot represent my characters......so if you see Random Avi's on my profile and they take you no where that's cause I made them and soon each one will have their own back story, so to my loved one...None of the female characters I have made are based off of other girls they came from meh brain, and to my Followers, just think of these guys as my...inner soldiers...AND I LOVE DEM!!! Oh yes and I will take idea's some of you guys are really good with creativity, I'm looking at you Knife boy, YuuZuu, and yes even YOU Vibe.....and would love for one of you too pick the one you like the most and ask me if you can give them a back ground. Please send all Idea's through Pm's becasue Comments confussled mes....
Hey everyone! I have returned and I WILL be back for good. I feel like I have missed this too much and I really want to be with my loved one ya know? So I shall wait here til someone talks to meh! -he chuckled happily- So come everyone I'm waiting to be talked to!
Stumbling out of one of the alleyways, damn near running into Royston, cackling like a mad woman, was the lovely Nina Eight, with the way she painted her pale face, to her tattered paisley dress, and the slip of her shorn purple hair, it was evident that something wasn’t quite right about the woman. In her hand was a glass, the type you’d see at an ice cream parlor, half filled with some kind of teal and black chipped slush mixed with blue and rainbow, which had formerly been two scoops of Chocolate Mint, and one of Bubblegum ice cream. Dropping back a foot, she’d press the glass up against her full red orange lips, and peer wide eyed over the top of the sleek clear rim, ”—Surreh,” she’d muffle, word meant to come out as ‘Sorry’ distorted against the glass. Pulling it back, she’d smile…a smatter of red greasepaint stained along the corners of her lips to the middle of her fine boned cheeks, and then turned on heel, as if about to say something, only to be suddenly distracted, taking to instead spin about a nearby lamppost playfully.