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Thanks, but I've posted it already. crying

Hmm..

As a little girl, you've always wanted to be a pilot. However, your strict parents(who were old fashioned, and ran a sunflower plantation) wanted you to be a "proper lady". They dressed you in skirts and girlyness. But! you've been slowly changing their mind round to your thinking. First, you managed to make them get Spicy, and then Ember, because the two of them were brothers. Then, your 15th birthday they gave you pilot headgear, with tears in their eyes, saying that they always knew that you wanted to be a pilot, and might as start towards your dreams now that you were a "big girl". But you had grown used to the girlyness, and decided to keep on wearing skirts and taking a sunflower around as a token of appreciation to your parents.

Got the dogs names from your username. Like it?

That was fabulous! So original and I loved the roundhouse bit!

So, when you were young, you often got teased for having skin that was too pale. You were excluded from all the friend groups in the playground. You were really sad at this. Then on the week before the Christmas holidays, a Santa Claus dude came to your school. Only he wasn't fat and old, he was young and slim. He was dressed in the traditional red and white, but a modern variation rather than the old version, with a white top, blue jeans and red shoes. However, his identity as Santa Claus was confirmed because he was carrying a sack full of toys!
He looked around the playground, and everyone was crowding expectantly around him. You, shy that you were going to be teased and probably given the last and worst present anyway, hung back .
So Saint Nick was looking at the kids, and he said "I need a little assistant to hand out the presents! Who'll volunteer?"
Of course, every kid held up their hand at that moment, and shouted "Me! ME!!!"
You half heartedly wave your hand, and say, flatly "Me, pick me."
To your utter amazement, he picks you! He says, "I'll pick you! You can be my snow assistant!" And he hands you a red cape.
"See," he says, as you put it on, "you're white and red now, the perfect assistant!"
You hung on to that cape, which was your present, ever since. And you also loved the colour white, YOUR colour, and would often wear it with red.

you grew up killing kitens and slapping babies. until one day you thought 'im going to hell for this

Wolfy

When you were young, you had took you to a combact arena. You though it'd be boring, but when the guys started kicking the cr@p out of each other (not a pretty image...) a flame sparked in your heart and you felt that this was the coolet thing ever! and you also wanted to try it for yourself and become the best fighter ever!
But you were too weak and couldnt match up with the boys. after restless years, you were spent. you were about to give up
but one day you ran across a shape-less spirit. This changed your whole life. The spirit loved your eyes and decided to life in them, causing you go to blind. but in exchange he gave you a new source of power. somehow, your hands... mutated.. but for some reason no one could see the difference... and you grew a tail... uniquely shapped tail, much like a racoon. You figured that a spirit must have been a racoon, but the hands didnt quite seem to be that of the racoon's.
But you didnt let this bother you; with your new found power, you defeated all those in your town, despite your weakness. but you werent going to stop there! you continued and soon you were facing off another nation. however, you met a unique person who somehow could see your hands and tail... and for some reason, his aura wasnt completely human! the spirit explained that other spirits like him inhabit other bodies and boost their abilities to fit their needs.
now your dream of becoming the best was once again challenged... but you're ready for it!


and the story goes on from here....

Once upon a time, there was a raccoon.

She was a lonely raccoon, but being a raccoon, she didn't think much about these things.

It so happened that the area which she lived in (which was mountainous and good for people) a scholar moved in. Day by day, he would recite his poems, and day by day, as the raccoon scurried to and fro, around his house (for the food she loved most, berries, was there) she couldn't help but listen. At first, all she heard was a melodious voice. But as time passed, she somehow managed to make sense of the words.

By the time she could understand most sentences, her body underwent a change..

Because a law dictates that beings with higher consicousness, namely humans, have the right to think. And since the raccoon could think every bit as well as a simple human, the raccoon too began to take on a human form.

And it was so that a girl with her skin and hair as dark as a raccon's, with a rccoon tail and raccoon claws still not yet fully changed apppeared one day at the scholar's house. He clothed her, and she worked for him.

And that was how she came to be..the Raccon Maiden.

Angel Keyblademaster


On a dark and stormy night, you were birthed. The pain consumed your mother until she took her last breath. You were called a demon child and kicked to the gutter, where you lived your first twelve years.
A man dressed in black satin came to you with a message of redemption, "Come with me," he said, "And you will live an immortal life. Free of all restrictions and regrets." You followed up to the centurys old mansion. There he lead you into the basement, where you saw a slab of metal, with belts to restrict the prisioner's movement. "Here," The satin-clad man said, pointing to slab. You reluctantly layed down and allowed him to strap you in. You closed your eyes, fearing what might happen next. You felt a needle enter through the flesh of your arm, deep into your blood vessil.
Then you felt nothing, you saw nothing, you were nothing.
The next thing that you remembered, you were holding a silver dagger to the man's neck. You didn't hesatate to slit the man's throat.
You glanced at the mirror behind the man's head, only to gasp in horror at numerous scars littering the once flawless face of your once innocent twelve year old self.
With crimson blood running from the dagger, onto your hands, you began your quest.

Your quest to avenge your past.

You were, and are, truly a demon. A demon of of the crimson blood that, to this day, still stains your hands.

And you do not regret one single thing.


(Eeeep! biggrin Was that dark and menacing enough for you??!)

I like writing. ^^
thx!
heh... I don't have a PS2 or anything like that... So I don't know anything about Sepho... Seph.... Sephie! Or Kingdom Hearts... Although my friends did force FF7 into my brain... Oh wait... He's in both of 'em, right?
Heh... Sorry for the lack of knolage!