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Holy s**t...it's me?
Its what I've gone into here on Gaia.
Its what I do for fun.. its what keeps me on this site.

I get what I call "RP partners" here.
I choose to RP with someone more than one day; it means that I wish to continue Roleplaying with them.
Its hard really... I don't know why. I like being singular, I might be a freak, but I'm fine with that.

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

I need a hug...
Pretty Please?

With Sugar on top, even...

Good news, bad news.
Good news ~~ I got a new HP DV8000 Laptop.
Good news ~~ This means I have internet again.

Bad news ~~ I'm apparently going to California for five days. (To Arcata for a graduation)

Bad news ~~ I hate California, because it has sun, but apparently Arcata is cold.

Bad news ~~ This means prolly no me for a while.

I have read twenty books in the past two weeks.

Its true, and thats not counting the hordes of animorph books I've also read in that time.

You see friends, my computer is 'dead' taking advice from Ray (a horrible idea) I installed Fedora Core 5 on my computer.
Needless to say, it didn't like me.
So, I take it to school and get told that it needs something called 'ndiswrapper'.
"This shouldn't be a problem" my friend tells me..

After about a week, he decides that it indeed is a problem, and we install Debian testing on it.
This also fails for unknown reasons.
So, because of this I'm sitting in the living room on my parents' computer, and raging at the non-natural keyboard which is causing my wrists to hurt.

So, my advice to you my friends: Do NOT get Linux. Stay with your macs, or your windows computers. Because Linux doesn't like people. (least of all me)

On another note, check out http://www.jenniferarmintrout.com/ great author.
Vampyre novel(s), better than Anne Rice, less angst, more action.. better books altogether.


Another seperate note ~ As some of you are aware, I'm was a senior in HighSchool this year (http://sprague.wvi.com)
Well, I managed to be deficent by half a credit, so I get to go in on July fifth and make up the missing credit online.


Can't really think of anything else to say, so ciao lovelies.


Zlord is sick
Yeap, that's why I haven't been online.
When I haven't been hacking, I've had a headache.
When either of those have been true, I've been asleep.

On a good note, I have ingested about a gallon of V8 vegetable juice today.
Yum, its good.

Ciao lovelies.

RP Character Description.

Quiet was how he described himself. Shoulder-length soft fuscia hair sprouted from his head, and it was so long in parts that it covered up his entire left eye in what he was told was called a “Devils Lock” because of the way it made him look he guessed. His visible right eye was a tint of midnight blue, much the same as the ocean on a cool night when the sun is just beginning to set below the horizon. Though most people seemed to believe his blue eyes could captivate; usually their glances were stolen away by the foot and a half long silk-white rabbit ears which he sported. He was a “shifter”; a humanoid creatures with animal traits and properties. Combined with the foot and a half in height from the snowy ears, he stood at 7.5 feet tall, rather large he was told.
He could usually be found wearing a pair of sunglasses he had picked up in a European town some time ago; they covered the bottom halves of his eyes in a rather complimentary way; or so he thought. Black gloves he also had on him at all times; they had no special thing about them, he simply had always worn them, since he could first remember. White gold bracelets adorned his wrists; they glowed at times with a supernatural blue light; the color of the sky on a clear day; they were purely for hindering his psychic abilities so he could keep them under firm control at all times. Usually he wore a black shirt and pants, though it changed at times.
He had worked as a ‘hunter’: an assassin killing off supernatural creatures, and vampyres that the normal slayers couldn’t easily handle. Though he had retired three years ago, memories of the screams haunted him to this day, and he would always be sorry to have killed so easily the creatures whose brethren he now called friend.
Though he disliked having the abilities he had sometimes, they came in useful often enough to be more of a help than a curse; pyrokinesis though violent and painful to the victim had assisted him in enough fights throughout the years that he often wondered what he would have done without the ability. He was an overall psychic, and along with the pyrokinesis; he was able to read peoples minds when he didn’t have his bracelets on, and was always able to speak telepathically to people, usually whether they liked it or not.

~~~Old one below~~~

A young man stood outside the building. He appeared to be somewhere around 27 years of age, though nobody really knew how old he was; let alone himself. He remembered killing entire covens in midevil times, but couldn't remember when the first nuclear bomb was dropped, nor did he care to remember his first love. He called himself Zlord for lack of a better name, and it had stuck with him throughout his two years of wandering. He had made friends and enemies, and had killed more than his fair share of everything imaginable. He had blood that had been given to him by the vampyres who claimed to be "elders", though he didn't know that he could trust their word.

The first thing someone looking upon him would notice wouldn't be the way his ocean-blue eyes seemed to search your soul. It wouldn't be his constant flirting with every female that moved, and it wouldn't even be his soft-purple hair; a lock of which was always in the view of his left eye, as if it had found a home, and refused to be roused. No, the first thing somebody would notice about Zlord would be the fifteen inch rabbit ears. A texture of silk, they hung about halfway up, and didn't really do anything unless he thought about it.

He had no clue what sort of creature he was, but Diolo had called him a shifter, and so that was what he called himself. He was a retired Hunter; a slayer of supernatural creatures, those that the vampyre slayers couldn't handle.

Abilities ~ Psychic, pyrokinetic, very minimal healing magicks.


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