Min (mei'n)- A popular Asian food consisting of noodles, various sauces and vegetables, occasionally meat, and... noodles.

Noo·dle (nuu-d'l)- 1. A narrow, ribbonlike strip of dried dough, usually made of flour, eggs, and water. 2. To improvise music on an instrument in an idle, haphazard fashion.

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Name: Min
Gender: Female

Fandoms:

-Final Fantasy Tactics Advance- I'm a Marche/Ritz shipper myself. For the longest time I was a Llednar/Shara fan too, but thanks to Azusasan's fic, "Smiling," I've been converted to the Llednar/Ritz party.

-Yggdra Union- Roswell/Rosary, especially when written by Feral Phoenix. It's sharp, bittersweet, and flat-out beautiful.

In the Works:

1) Blue, (Final Fantasy Tactics Advance)- These were the things that he should have remembered, but all that he could think about was a pair of eyes as blue as the summer sky. Llednar-centric

2) Break Out, (Final Fantasy Tactics Advance)- It was supposed to be a simple jailbreak, a mission posted in a Sphrom pub out of pity for a desperate man. Whatever Marche had been expecting, it hadn't been this.

3) In The Aftermath, (Final Fantasy Tactics Advance)- Marche had no doubts when he set out to fix the world. It wasn't until afterward that he realized just what he had done.

Shelved Ideas:

1) It's Not My Problem, Really, (Final Fantasy Tactics Advance)- When shuffling paperwork, a certain biskmatar is bitten by a vicious creature hiding under his writing desk. Add to that a summons from the queen, a missing hat, and a homicidal fencer, and Llednar's got more on his plate than he can handle. Why does life have to be so hard?

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