Your name is ARI CAMPBELL. You live in a MAGICAL LAND CALLED MINNESOTA, and you have a variety of INTERESTS, mostly pertaining to LITERATURE, THE ANIMES, or THE INTERNET. You think your FRIENDLY ATTITUDE and habit of INVADING PERSONAL SPACE are noble traits, but to most people they come off as RATHER DISTURBING. This is probably something to do with your tastes, and you suspect that your advances actually CREEP PEOPLE THE HELL OUT.

You fancy yourself a WRITER, even though you're NOT VERY GOOD AT IT, sometimes wanting to burn your work before it even leaves the recesses of your mentally unbalanced mind. As a result, you have many UNFINISHED AND ABANDONED WORKS, mostly comprised of the fanfiction variety. You possess a myriad of ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, most of which NEVER GET USED in an actual story.

You are an avid fan of the PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED ANIMES, as well as ANDREW HUSSIE'S admirable work titled HOMESTUCK, which is exactly why you are typing in such a RIDICULOUS FASHION.

Your chumhandle is mamaAuxiliatrix and you type in a manner some might call POETIC, which you simply call UTTERLY RETARDED. You also feel the need to put EMOTICONS at the end of PRACTICALLY EVERY SENTENCE because you worry that text does not convey feelings well enough.

You enjoy INSTANT MESSAGE CHATTING, even while frequently complaining about your CRIPPLED SNAIL OF AN INTERNET CONNECTION. You have a TUMBLR AND DEVIANTART ACCOUNT, which NOBODY SEEMS TO NOTICE. If someone were to notice, you would be MORE THAN WILLING to hand either of them out.

This is not the end of an introduction of a somewhat odd young girl, and you have no idea why you would ever think such a thing.