Hello, I'll try to keep this intro short, as i am sure you all are tired of seeing them, so to just get onto the details, my name is Koemo Yowane, i am 15 years old, a guy...obviously, im i guess 5' 4'' i guess, im not sure, i got medium slightly curled black hair, light brown eyes and i am el salvadorian and irish. I was born in the United States, also a freshmen, and welp i guess you can say im very very greedy.
Now im pretty sure you all have heard the same time of story from everyone else, but im going to say it anyways, i love anime, especially the drama's, i know...a guy liking dramas? Well i do, so there, a fun fact, i love to sketch, i do tend to quit if one part of my sketch isnt going the way i like it and well i do love the japanese culture they portray on anime shows, it just appeals to me.
And now onto how i myself ended up on this battlefield. You see, im very greedy, i want what i cant have, i mean come on, dont we all? But im not afraid to voice it. Thus one lovely day i got hit by a car and was close to being dead, now the fact i want what i cant have, i knew i wanted to live but also knew i cant have it, i didn't deserve it. So while i was going in and out of sleep just waiting for the curtains of death to fall upon me...he apeared holding a very exspensive looking b*****d sword. He towered over me and .
looked at me with his deep gold almost orange eyes and told me "You're going to die, and what have you shown you can die with no regrets, i pity you Koemo." So he placed his b*****d sword at the foot of my bed where my hands could barely reach it. Finally i accepted i was going to die
I looked at him and asked if he was death himself, he just smiled weakly and grabbed my hand and put the hilt of the sword under it. A momment went by and i saw that the bed that i accept as my death bed, was now vacant of a body, and thus i stood there with that b*****d sword in my hands. I finally understood what it ment to want what i cant have, so then his voice echoed in my ears "You are greedy, you want what you can never have, and now you must carry that burden for the rest of your life, you must fight for the greed in the world, for you are" he cut himself off as i began to speak at no one and said to myself
I...
am...
Gold Blade Striker...
So now i wonder in the battlefield killing off the greed that lingers, for now i must carry that burden so no one else will, for now...that is who i am.
Now im pretty sure you all have heard the same time of story from everyone else, but im going to say it anyways, i love anime, especially the drama's, i know...a guy liking dramas? Well i do, so there, a fun fact, i love to sketch, i do tend to quit if one part of my sketch isnt going the way i like it and well i do love the japanese culture they portray on anime shows, it just appeals to me.
And now onto how i myself ended up on this battlefield. You see, im very greedy, i want what i cant have, i mean come on, dont we all? But im not afraid to voice it. Thus one lovely day i got hit by a car and was close to being dead, now the fact i want what i cant have, i knew i wanted to live but also knew i cant have it, i didn't deserve it. So while i was going in and out of sleep just waiting for the curtains of death to fall upon me...he apeared holding a very exspensive looking b*****d sword. He towered over me and .
looked at me with his deep gold almost orange eyes and told me "You're going to die, and what have you shown you can die with no regrets, i pity you Koemo." So he placed his b*****d sword at the foot of my bed where my hands could barely reach it. Finally i accepted i was going to die
I looked at him and asked if he was death himself, he just smiled weakly and grabbed my hand and put the hilt of the sword under it. A momment went by and i saw that the bed that i accept as my death bed, was now vacant of a body, and thus i stood there with that b*****d sword in my hands. I finally understood what it ment to want what i cant have, so then his voice echoed in my ears "You are greedy, you want what you can never have, and now you must carry that burden for the rest of your life, you must fight for the greed in the world, for you are" he cut himself off as i began to speak at no one and said to myself
I...
am...
Gold Blade Striker...
So now i wonder in the battlefield killing off the greed that lingers, for now i must carry that burden so no one else will, for now...that is who i am.
