Hiya! I'm new here at FanFiction, if you haven't guessed.

"As long as you can say you made it onto that stage, into that spotlight, it doesn't matter if you slip on that stray bar of soap--as long as you can say you made it there."

Name: Larken Rye. Really!

Age: I'm not quite sure.

Hair: Brown. I'm also left-handed. I know, I'm a freak.

Eyes: Brown. Big surprise there.

I play alto saxophone, flute, and piano. I have two other instrument-playing friends, one of whom is a total comedian, the other of whom is overdramatic. I also have a couple friends on this site, too. There's Animebabe1031, who kept bugging me into joining, because she knows how much I like to write, and Rivermoore's Horse.

We can all be a bit random. For example:

Random comment--SQUIRRELS!!!

That was a random comment. Tune in for the next random comment.

Any plans? Sure, sure. I plan to publish, I plan to pass my classes, I plan to go to college. Eventually. Maybe I'll see a bit of the world. It'd sure be benificial to my writing.

Just a funny quote:

Me: I swear I'll never get this done.

Friend: I swear I'll never get this music down.

Other Friend: I just swear in general!

sigh Ya gotta love 'em. Them, and Rainbow and Tails--just two of the voices in my head. Yes, in case you're wondering, that is Tails from Sonic the Hedgehog. Like I said, Ya gotta love 'em.

Guess I'll fill you in on my stories. Not what's going to happen, mind you. Just what is happening. There's a difference. These are posted on FictionPress.com, if you wanted to know. I'll probably be posting the third one first.

Computer Freak: Shadowlance is his username for everything. He's a genius hacker that won't give away his secrets for the world. Not very far on this one.

Masterminds: Lance, or Shadow's Lance, is a genius. He's accelerated in almost every one of his classes, he has his own spy network, and he puts up with his annoying baby sister. Sahara, or Desert Sands, is every inch his rival. She may be behind in her homework, but she doesn't really care. After all, it's her brother's fault. He never helps her. But the two have more in common than they ever thought. Inspired by school, though I'm not sure how.

Shadowlance: He never asked for this life. The humble son of a farmer, whose dreams have never been beyond going to Festival at the palace. But when his home is burned to the ground by raiders, things get deadly. For the raiders. Because he's like a shadowed lance--burnt, forgotten, scraped to the raw metal, the raw power. And now he's every inch the deadly assassin.

Well, that's all for now.