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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:32 pm
You are the White Shinigami, sending souls to the Soul Society through the bright blue aura emanating from the butt of your zanpakuto. Your zanpankuto is one of the strongest of the ice-types, its true form being that of a white dragon, which is seen looming behind you, when you release your bankai.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:41 pm
Lots of Japanese terms there, Ned-san. xd : I only know the shinigami from Death Note. sweatdrop
You are the winged warrior in your raged final form with all your abilities maxed out, your wolverine summons are as burning eager to kill as you are ready for battle.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:44 am
You are the poor girl who has perpetually cold ears. Even when she's in front of the fireplace, barefoot in her light 'round the house clothes, sipping her hot cocoa, her ears still remain eternally chilled.
(Those were all terms from Bleach, Danz. xD)
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 5:50 am
You're a damned soul and the keeper of the Cerberus that guards the infernal regions.. the gates of hell. With your flame whip, you rule with them in the underworld, serving a lifetime of soulless slavery.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 10:02 am
An angel that has come down from heaven to find her loved one who had fallen before her. She wears the Leaves until she can find her loved one and her faithfull Kitty is searching him out by his scent.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:08 pm
You run an orphanage for animals, but every so often you get a nasty critter that causes heck.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 4:07 pm
You are the Yokai of Imagination. The purple haze which makes up your composition is symbolic of man's imagination, which you feed off of.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 11:29 pm
(I must say, I loved your description...)
You're an Akuma (D. Gray-Man) that was reprogrammed by General Cross to disobey the Millennium Earl. A kind demon, with a fun composure, even you find it difficult at times to resist your inner darkness.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 8:22 pm
The dragon princess of the north. Setting out to prove your worth and that not all princesses are uptight snobs.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:04 am
A powerful warrior designed by my brethren in the north. Yes designed. One of the village boys who was doomed to die was taken in for experimentation, simply to improve his life. But after his skin became solid metal, the boy decided he should become a warrior.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:29 pm
You are snow-witch viking warrior woman out on a quest to find your true love and save the universe at the same time, twisted
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 3:29 pm
You were once a Caribbean hula dancer who became cursed by an evile witch doctor to roam the northern tundra, faceless.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 5:27 pm
Ned-san You were once a Caribbean hula dancer who became cursed by an evile witch doctor to roam the northern tundra, faceless. A dark faced man with glowing eyes haunts northern villages in the Siberian Peninsula. Covered in pelts and skins he looks barely human. A Migrant searching for a warmer place, Ned San searches for any sign of human life among this barren waste land of snow and ice. With his trusty dragon and falcon he hopes to catch whatever food might be roaming around ... preferably fish of some sort. His armor keeps him warm and his coat keep him cheery but it is his weapons that he truly cherishes for they keep him safe. He yearns for the day he roams on soft earth with plentiful food and warm bubbling brooks.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 8:08 pm
Hehe, you seem to know me so well, Rio!
You are the Irish emo girl from a private school. You don't fit in well with your classmates in their plaid school uniforms, so you prefer to play hookie and lounge around in your slippers, instead.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:34 am
A faceless enemy of mankind. Surely such a horror must be killed! But alas, you are too strong for any of mankind's weapons. You shall someday dominate this world...as its ruler, as its god...
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