There, definitely, should be a name for everything.
But then it comes to Luv and Rumour, there are just no words enough.

enticement

There is always a nagging perfectionist, a passive aggressor.
And you, my friend, had just met the worst of them.

Rumour, in short, is a quirky anomaly that is made of intolerance, word "patience" to her is alien, and her logic is undefended on Earth. She's the CallGirl of oddness, a walking wikipedia of random facts, and if you ask her what is the color of her eyes she will answer that Chinese throw away 900 billion chopsticks per year. There is no direct pattern in her writing; her flow of words is oh-so-smooth but then f-ck! you step on egg shells with her just because something shiner had caught her vision. And like a misty shadow, she is here and there, but if, for an unknown reason, she is not, then she must be color-coding her socks. Perhaps, if you ever dreamt of her, she would be the reason one has nightmares.

LuvDaAlchemist

WARNING: Do not feed the psychopath.

Luv never writes in third person for herself but thinks it sounds hilarious, so she will comply to the standard's Rumour has set forth. She never updates her stories and has a severe case of ADOL- attention deficit OH LOOK! She is very critical of writing, and when she reviews, she reviews in a multi-paragraph form telling you what you did wrong and how to correct the mistakes. She writes but has lost the passion to read fanfiction (Or, more specifically, for her OTP of the Naruto series), but if you want to test your fanfiction on a critical person, send it her way and she will read and deffinitely review. She likes dark and horror ridden stories, but can never find fanfiction that has riveting lines like, "Burning flesh curled off of blood stained skulls only to blacken and crack at the tips..." (Luv has been looking for an excuse to type this for a week.) So, she now bids adieu as she walks into the sunset with a cleaver in hand that is unmistakeningly drenched in red.