“I’m not violent, I just have violent tendencies.”

Name: Chrissy

Nationality: Thai/English/Irish

Hair: Black/dark brown highlights

Eyes: Brown

Hobbies: Drawing, reading, writing, anime, video games

Favorite Anime/Manga: Hellsing, Ranma 1/2, Bastard, Fatal Fury, GTO, Ninja Scroll, Rurouni Kenshin, Fushigi Yugi, Rebirth... just to name a few

Favorite Cartoons: Transformers, Beetlejuice

Favorite Sport: Ice hockey and Football

Favorite Books: Harry Potter Series, anything Anne Rice, the Hannibal Lecter Series, and Dragonlance

Favorite Ships: Severus/Hermione, Ranma/Akane, Alucard/Seras, Jayne/River, Remy/Rogue, Logan/Jubilee, Beetlejuice/Lydia, Hannibal/Clarice, Sam/Mikaela, Thor/Jane, Tony/Pepper

Favorite Food: Mongolian BBQ

Favorite Music: Rock, heavy metal, alternative (Metallica, Korn, Disturbed, Godsmack, Def Leppard, Poison, etc.)

Hates the most: Liars and cheats

Fighting Style: Mixture of Okinawa-te Karate, Kali (Filipino stick fighting aka Arnis and Escrima), medieval sword fighting, and destructive instinct

Background: I 31yrs old, student currently residing in Oklahoma in the USA. I have been happily married to my husband Paul for twelve glorious years (it’s amazing that he can put up with me, then again, he’s as twisted and psychotic as I am). I was raised in Oklahoma for most of my life, moved here because my dad was in the Air Force, and plan to eventually move to Colorado after completing nursing school (almost done!!!). I actually hold a brown belt in Okinawa-te karate as well as a blue belt in Kali, not to mention over a decade of sword experience from training with my husband in the medieval circuit. I have been writing a fan fic based off of KOF for a while along side one of my best friends, Lynnie, who is an outstanding artist by the way. Kind of a crack fic later on as we love to torture Geese and his henchmen.

Personality: To those who have read ‘South Town’, my personality is a close proximity to that of Torch, she was based off of me after all. I tend to be rather loud and outspoken and have been told that I am “brutally honest.” I can’t help but be the tomboy I grew up as, can’t stand little prissy girls who whine and complain all the time. I’ve always been the type of person who one did not want to get on the bad side of, but I always jumped to the aid of my friends and family no matter what the odds (defended a male friend against several people about to gang up on him, everyone run away from psychotic violent girl!). Fortunately, after I began to train in the martial arts, my temper now has a fuse instead of just spontaneous combustion (getting married helped out a lot, too).

Heres a TRUE STORY!

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

The WHOLE story of the Girl who was pushed (Aka) THEY HURT HER( Poor Carmen)

Carmen Winstead was a young girl who died when she was pushed down the sewer by five girls she thought were her friends.

Carmen was 17 years old when her parents decided to move to Indiana. Her father had lost his job and the only way he could find new employment was by moving to a new state. The relocation caused a lot of problems for Carmen. She had to leave her friends behind and attend a whole new school in Indiana. Carmen had a hard time making friends when she changed schools. It was the middle of the school year and most of the students had no interest in befriending the new girl. Initially, she spent many days alone, walking from class to class without speaking to anyone, but she eventually started hanging around with a group of five other girls. Carmen thought these girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long before she discovered that they had been talking about her behind her back and spreading vile rumors.

When she confronted them, the girls turned on her and began bullying her every day, making her life a misery. They started out calling her names, but then the bullying got much worse. One day, she left her school books in the classroom at break time. When she returned, she found someone had taken a sharpie and written dirty words all over her books. Another day, she opened her bag and discovered someone had poured yoghurt all over the insides. Sometimes, she would come to school and find her locker had been vandalized. The final straw came when she put on her coat at recess and found that someone had stuffed dog poop in her pockets.

There and then, Carmen decided that she couldn’t take the bullying any longer. She planned to stay behind, that evening, after school, and tell her teacher what had been happening. Unfortunately, her decision came too late to save her life.

After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole.

They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted "She’s down in the sewer!"

All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving. There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.

The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girls lied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong. Dead Wrong.

Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled "They Pushed Her" and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.

A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep. Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains.

Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom. But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off.

They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe her story. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off.

So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead.

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.

Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.

If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

Today (dun dun DUNNNN)