Um.

I'm paranoid and very desirous of living, so I'll give away as much unsubstantiating information as I can, and leave it at that.

Age: 16

Gender: Male (God, I can't stand those people who put Sex: Lots)

Location: My lair. Er, I mean basement.

Occupation: Unemployed (Student)

Ethnicity: Shameful because I'm bad at math, good at English, suck at Chinese, and am obsessed with Asian culture. And soccer. (real football)

My hair is cooler than me. Way cooler.

Stories:

Stand Alone Complex: Yeah, I totally ripped off GiTS on this one. But hey, at least it's a double entendre so I have an excuse to say I don't suck at thinking of names. Though I do. Expect chapters named "Mana du Vortes" and "Aeria Gloris" if I get really desperate. It's also weirder than the contents of Misato's fridge, though if you're visiting this page, I assume you've already read it and know that (since it's, you know, my only story.) If you're randomly persuing my profile, though: A) stay away from me, and B) give it a try.

Oh, I'm supposed to put likes/dislikes and names of animes I watch in this section too, aren't I? But that would give you too much insight into my personality. So nyeh.

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