Hello to all of you stalkers who insist on reading about my personality. My name is Wolfy-sama, pronounced (WOHL-FEE) but you may refer to be as Wolfy, Sempai, Otaku-san, and Pip.. Don't ask about the last one.. It's something I inherited in my junior-high days..

I have a multitude of OC's in most of my stories, to help people who care enough to stay on track, here is a little guide.

My Anime obsessions:

Naruto

Inuyasha

Attack on Titan

Vampire Knight

Diabolik Lovers

Amnesia

Dance With Devils

Say I Love You

DRAMAtical Murder

Black Butler

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Shugo Chara

Death Note

Brothers Conflict

~WOLFY'S BOOK OF RANDOMNESS~

Name: Natasha Wolfe

Age: 16, 17, 18 (depends on the year of the fic)

Looks;

Hair: White, usually kept down. Falls just a few inches past her shoulders

Eyes: Gold with flecks of brown and grey

Skin: Just a shade paler than peach, but much more creamy than alabaster

Height: 5' 4'' - 5' 6''

Weight: (Why would I divulge this..?) Average, not overly skinny, but no where near chunky...

Likes: Nightcore, Pocky, Hatsune Miku and Co., Anime, Manga, Writing, Reading, Singing (In private), playing the guitar (With free-time), Children, and (surprisingly) Christmas Carols.

Dislikes: Dresses, Heels, Make-up, The word 'Kya~!', Sasuke's ambitions, (Karin fans, I'm looking at you!), Not much else besides being overbearing with anything sociable.

Name: Yuuki Sohma

Age: Same as Natasha

Looks;

Hair: Black, usually kept down. Falls to a few inches past her butt; often sits on it by mistake.

Eyes: Evergreen, with flecks of yellow

Skin: Not extremely pale, but does tend to go all out for proper tanning in the summer months

Height 6' 1'' - 6' 3''

Weight: Toothpick skinny, not an ounce of fat.

Likes: Shopping, Clothes, Make-up, Anime, Movies, Video-games, and Racket-ball

Dislikes: Being Ignored. (That's pretty much it)

Gwen Misaki

Age: Same as Natasha/Yuuki. Three months younger

Looks;

Hair: Saphire Blue. Majorly curly. Likes to be kept up into pigtails

Eyes: Springtime grass at midnight

Skin: absolute peach

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: Skinny

Likes: Absolutely everything. She is bi-polar, so it depends on her "mood"

Dislikes: Animal cruelty people insulting her and/or her friends

I'll add more later, but right now I have several confessions.

1. I HAVE been physically abused, and it may or may not be continuing at this point in time. So if I make references to the experiences in my work, politely fuck off. I have the first person experience under my belt. To those of you who make up abusive stories just for the spicy attention to the characters. Less politely, Fuck. Off. Abuse is not something to laugh at. It is something that is real, and is gone through every day. So next time you think about adding that cheesy 'gang up on the weak person' scene or that half-assed 'oh poor me~ My OC's stepfather raped her~" I mean it. Fuck off. I'd say go to hell, but I'd probably kick your asses out of there myself.

2. Yes, I have been held at knifepoint. I know what's it's like to have something deadly threatening to end your life in an instant. The worse part about this is that it had been someone close to me who had held it. Because I am not smart, and I am surprisingly grateful to them, I refuse to indulge you as to who this specific person is, or what their relation to me consists of. All I am willing to say is. Stop. It. With. The. Drama. I was literally seeing my deathbed the few times it has happened, and I can guarantee you, it will happen again, but I refuse to lower myself to discriminate people who have gone through these traumatic experiences.

3. These stories in no way(unless I say otherwise) reflect my personal life, or the people in it(again, unless otherwise).

4. I have no common sense. Plain and simple.

5. I hate pity. I don't like pity. If I catch someone writing me a PM about my supposed "sob-story" you can go fuck yourself. As much as I hate people being disloyal over anything, you do not tell me that Im throwing a pity party. I'm ranting, big deal, so if you don't want to hear it, don't read it, dumbass.

For those of you who are sympathetic with my confessions, and have stuck out the hissy fit, thank you. I mean that. Deeply.

Ja, Ne~ Wolfy, out.