Right, lets get started.

I'm Corrupt TE, spriter, writer, gamer, reader and well... you get the gist.

I'm a big fan of Sonic the Hedgehog and I've been reading through the stories and musings on this sight for a while.

So I decided to try my hand at this fanfiction writing thing and well, here I am.

I'm currently working on FntS, but I've got a couple of other projects ongoing as well.

I am open up to request, just don't expect them in any sort of record time.

When personified in a Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic (doesn't happen often) I am portrayed by a grey furred echidna, Corrupt TE.

Name: Corrupt TE

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Species: Echidna

Fur colour: Grey with light tan muzzle

Hair: None, insted has seven shoulder length quills, front two have a band of gold circling around each of them.

Eyes: Light purple/lilac

Personality: Laid back, friendly and sarcastic. How does one describe themselves? Corrupt TE is the embodiment of the Author.

Although he is the Author and the Auther is him, Corrupt TE will rarely make any appearence within a fanfiction, unless it's to introduce the chapter or to clarify a question asked by a reader.
He normaly wears a sleeveless red jacket which he keeps open, and a pair of dark teal jeans along with a pair of golden boots and white gloves.

My first major Fanfic is Fear not the Shadows, or FntS for short.

This started off as a one-shot but has since then evolved into one of my favorite stories with great characters and a plot which ain't half bad.

The Sonic characters have been aged by a couple of years to fit in with some of the topics explored in FntS.

There are a couple of original characters in this one and I guess this would be a good spot for a profile:

Name: Sheba

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Species: Cat (British Shorthair).

Fur colour: Ginger and white tabby, with white torso and stomach.

Hair: Long red hair, usually tied into a bun.

Eyes: Light blue.

Personality: Friendly and helpful, but prefers working in quiet solitude. Impulsive and on occasions very aggressive towards stupidity or a lack of common sense. Enjoys reading adventure/romance books, but can't stand any type of gossip magazine. Although she tries to hide it, becomes very nervous at large gatherings. Very stubborn, if someone glares at her she glares right back.

A self proclaimed workaholic and certified medical genius, she spent two years working as a surgeon at Station Square Hospital and possessed a very positive record. However, she quickly realised that she couldn't stand her living, breathing patients. After a short stint working in the Hospital morgue she was recruited by the G.U.N criminal investigations department, quickly rising to the position of Head pathologist.

Name: Cassie Rahna

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Species: Hedgehog.

Fur/quill colour: Lavender, with cream chest and stomach.

Hair: Short light brown hair, also has seven long quills running down her back.

Eyes: Hazel.

Personality: Friendly and self confident, she works hard for recognition from her fellow agents and superiors, particularly her new partner Shadow. Puts herself into the leadership role on many occasions, but often finds it difficult to cope without solid and capable friends or colleges to back her up. Her 'high and mighty' attitude can be somewhat annoying to those who are first meeting her, but if people can stand this initial test of character, they find out how sensitive and self conscious she truly is.

A confident G.U.N agent who has worked a couple of years with the murder investigation department. She was partnered with agent Shadow shortly after his initial investigation of a shooting turned up dry, in hopes that her experience would help cast a new light on the murder. She has long admired Shadow for his 'no nonsense' attitude to his cases, something she has longed for but could never bring herself to achieve. She hopes that this case will be her chance to finally be recognised as a true agent.

Introduced in FntS: Rise of the Daemon

Name: Garth Xarn

Age: 19 years

Gender: Male

Species: Echidna

Height: 3ft 11in

Description: Similar size, shape and build to that of Knuckles the Echidna, except that he is slightly taller and has broader shoulders.

His natural fur colour is an oddity to echidna’s, as his is a deep royal blue while other echidna’s have their fur colour firmly in the red spectrum.

He has five dreadlock styled quills running down his back from the back of his head, reaching to just below his shoulder line, and two much shorter quills hanging down the sides of his face.

His eyes are a deep green, but when angered they have been known to change to an icy blue. A thin crimson scar runs horizontally across his right eye, becoming an unbroken line when his eyes are closed. When question as to how he got the scar, he refuses to comment.

Clothing: His everyday set of cloths include: A pair of heavy grey Trespass walking trainers, baggy, faded blue jeans with extra pockets on the legs, a plain grey t-shirt , and a heavy full-length brown suede jacket with an attached hood. Also carries a pair of black mirrored sunglasses which he wears in sunlight or to avoid eye contact.

Personality: Generally polite and good natured, though he is not the sociable type. Often regarded as the ‘strong silent’ type in any given group; he only speaks his mind when deemed necessary. This attitude has given him the ability to seemingly ‘appear’ out of nowhere, as he is extremely light footed and others rarely notice that he is there.

Logical and intelligent, he often analyses everything that he sees in ‘too much’ detail, to the extent that others come to him when they want to know what’s really going on. He never takes sides in an argument until he has heard both sides of the story. It has been joked upon that he should become a detective or a judge.

Generally a friendly person, he is however nervous in crowds, especially in crowded night clubs, and prefers a quiet local pub to rowdy bars, in his words: “Somewhere you can sit down and talk to someone without having to shout above the music.”

Somewhat hesitant towards the opposite sex, and has trouble expressing his emotions, especially towards those he is attracted to.

Has been described as ‘stone hearted’ and as a ‘poker face master’.

Back-story: Back-story can change from fiction to fiction, but unless specified in said FanFiction, his backstory is the one below.

An echidna of the reclusive Zeno mountain clan, and a member of an elite group of warriors known as the Forlorn. He spent the majority of his life in training under the firm and sometimes harsh guidance of Rukrh, the founder of the Forlorn. This training was initially to counter and defeat the Daemon Silhouette, who had laid waste to the clan over 30 years ago.

After the events of FntS: Daemon Rising, he found himself the last survivor of the Forlorn warriors and upon deciding to explore the world he had never seen, left the mountains, believing his duty complete and needing to escape the home of so many painful memories and the loss of so many friends.

His friends are few in number, but the closest are considered non-blood family.

Abilities: Possessive of the echidna stubbornness and innate connection to the powers of the Chaos Emeralds, he is a strong and capable fighter.

Skilled in hand-to-hand combat, he specialises in kickboxing, martial arts and aikido, often using a mixture of techniques to keep his opponent off balance. His vast reserves of stamina allow him to run at full pace for days on end, and still be able to fight at the end of it.

He is also trained in the use of the sword and echidna shovel claws for use in battle.

He can channel chaos energy much like other echidnas. But while theirs flow in the form of fire, his surges forth as lightning, giving him the ability to launch lightning from his fingertips and act as a safe ground for electrical discharges. However, although he has this ability, he will only use it in life-or-death situations for himself or his friends and family.

His travels and adventures will be published in my upcoming story FntS: Forlorn's Duty.

I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing style, and I'll at least try to reply to any and all story reviews or PM's.
In other words, feel free to offer any constructive criticism or ideas you think might improve the story.
Heck, if you want, I'm even willing to use any OC's. I've got a few of my own, but that doesn't mean I won't say no.

Now normally I wouldn't add these, but I was quite taken with this one:

The Passing of an Old Friend:
My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by. Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance, for Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.

Obituary
Common Sense
-Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair , and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a Band-Aid to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

~The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing~

-Edmund Burke

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