MS.AEROUILLE'S PROFILE

author=Ms.Aerouille link=topic=3739.msg75452#msg75452 date=1242559290

author=Mitsuhide_The_Vagrant link=topic=3739.msg75409#msg75409 date=1242526101
I'm too complex to try and explain my entire persona to everyone here.

Can I give it a go?

*meditates in preparation*

author=Mitsuhide_The_Vagrant link=topic=3299.msg65947#msg65947 date=1236696505

author=Kef link=topic=3299.msg65877#msg65877 date=1236654673
<&ef> mitsuhide says 'fucking sexy' a lot
<&ef> i imagine this chubby gremlin of a dude, all balding and dressed in grocery store jeans and an oversized hanes t-shirt, mumbling that line to himself in a crackling monotone
<&ef> occasionally raising his stubby-fingered, chubby hand to pull erratically at his half-formed facial hair
<&ef> this is what mitsuhide_the_vagrant looks like and how he behaves
<&ef> his very essecne
<Simple_Plan> he lookes like a wheelbarrel of beehives being whacked with a meat stick

Nope. All wrong. 'Specially the bolded part.

I really should get a camera, take a pic, and post it in the "post your picture" topic so everyone could finally see this skinny, white 20-year-old dumbass.

Please stay on topic, this is not the 'desperately cling to a false self-image' thread, thank you!

Allow me to kick off the discussion from the other side of the spectrum

For me, I seek a multitude of qualities, each no less vibrant nor unimportant than the last. Each of these qualities is not a solitary rock that which may weather a storm of beer, football Jerseys, beards, and sideburns. Nay they are the cornerstones of a foundation for the lighthouse that safeguards its masculine interior and yet also offers guidance from the stormy waters of these negative traits, a clear beacon of hope and light! Below you see three gentlemen, the first, ah Locke? what could possibly do him justice. His charming, easy demeanor,fierce selflessness and excellent choice in dress leave him a clear outlier, especially as compared to the other males in the series (I'm looking at you Mr.Brushcut Gen.Leo!!!!) Next, the regal Emperor Fou-lu. Ah, such presence, such power even without a kingdom he surely shook the heavens! And yet beneath that, the tragedy of his existence gives him an unshakable humanity. And finally, Ramza. Ah... I cannot truly do him justice can I?? Such unshakable morality, such vulnerability that can only come from the shattering of one's innocence.


Touch one of my men and I will Claw your FC(%*KING EYES OUT

Footsteps and glimmers of light penetrated the gloom. It was her, such trivial signs, the perfect singular click of her heels and the barely audible rustling of her dress betrayed her identity to him. Such signs aside, there was nobody else who would have sought him out within his prison.
Yes, his prison. There were no cages, no dungeons, and no cells within the this forum, it was by Craze's own design that he'd snuffed out his lanterns and sealed his windows so tight that not even the sunlight got through. His furnishings had gone unused, his rug tossed aside. Even now, he sat on the bare floor, cradling his cup of screenshots in his lap.
He'd not done it in some feeble attempt to shirk his compatriot's ire, or even to subdue his own guilt. No, he'd done it out of fear. If he'd seen the light outside, if he'd gone onto the site to check the news and had glanced over the "new Project" button, he was afraid he may have run out and made another EMDE. And truly, there was nothing to stop him, the admins would have let him go without so much as a word of recrimination. Though, to be truthful, he could have gone nowhere for feedback. Few forums would hear the word of a plagiarist, a copyright violator such as himself. But that aside... it was Her that he was afraid of.
"Kitty" the name seemed so innocent, so harmless so docile. And yet he had fallen in love with her game, the goofy mediocre implementation, the merciless lack of a save feature, the hilariously cheap and stolen graphics. If he lost his senses and tabbed over to the create a new project window, he would break her heart even more than he already had, and such torment he could not have withstood. Her forum response came quickly and yet quietly, as if she'd merely drifted by the website.
When his trembling gaze met hers, his words, his justifications got caught in his throat. There was no malice, no anger, no pain, only understanding
"I know why you did what you did, Craze." Her voice... the voice of a Goddess?

"I know why..."