Name: Axel (Its a derivative)

Age: Born May 1987

Sex: Male

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Red and Brown

IQ: Less than what I think it is

Location: Texas

Bio: What on Earth would you need to know about me? I'm weird, young, impressionable, foolish, and I even beat myself up mentally over the slightest stupid thing. That's not to tell you my history, I am not about to tell you that I've lived in Amarillo and Dallas and High Point before, no I can't do theat. What would I do if some one decided they wanted to research me, some stalker, and they get a hold of this and trace me by those movements? Then they will find out I am currently unemployed with a car that has a crack somewhere in the radiator. I read fanfiction, and try my damnedest to give decent reviews worth an author's time to read. Maybe I will put up another story up here or maybe I won't. Hopefully, I will get some readers and reviewers, it's always nice to have that small network of other authors whom you can trust to give an honest opinion. I don't think I have the patience necessary for a decent fic, so don't be surprised if I manage to get one up then. I don't want anyone to know these things, so I am going to put them here for you all to read. It's a big secret.

What other useful information should I put up on here? I haven't a clue. Send me a message with questions comments and suggestions for my profile, cause this one sucks.

I despise when authors break the fourth wall. It is very rare that one can do this and pull it all off. Like in the bugs bunny monster cartoon, and in Monty Python.

Odds are I will invent some OCs and even insert them into some random stoies. Shocking ain't it? I know you get tired of it, but if anyone can do this its the author. However in the mean time I think I will post my Role Playing Character for you all to read about.

You know what? I don't think I will, hes too mary-sue. Though I have modified him so his stuff is no longer on his person but in his hammer-space. His good looks and the fact that he killed his parents in a cliche turn of events leaves us thinking, did he even spend time developing his character? He could do with some scarring up.

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Doubt I will get a picture, but hey you know what, I kinda like that I got Pip. He seems like an unexplored character that made second string almost first, always got the short end of the stick, except in the end, he got the girl. Then he dies.

98 percent of teenagers do or have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who haven't, copy & paste this into your profile.

There is one of these that involves 96 percent and popularity and pasting if you're not counted among the people who do anything for popularity and adding your name to the paste, but that would be the popular thing to do wouldn't it? Kind of self defeating if you ask me.

The Price of Children:

This is just too good not to pass on to all. Something absolutely positive for a change. I have repeatedly seen the breakdown of the cost of raising a child, but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way. It's nice, The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with 160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition. But 160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down.

It translates into:

· 8,896.66 a year,
· 741.3 month, or 171.08 a week.
· That's a mere 24.24 a day!
· Just over a dollar an hour.

Still, you might think the best financial advice is don't have children if you want to be "rich." Actually, it is just the opposite.

What do you get for your 160,140?

Naming rights. First, middle, and last! Glimpses of God every day. Giggles under the covers every night. More love than your heart can hold. Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs. Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies. A hand to hold, usually covered with jelly or chocolate. A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.

For 160,140, you never have to grow up. You get to:

finger-paint, carve pumpkins, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and never stop believing in Santa Claus. You have an excuse to: keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going to Disney movies, and wishing on stars. You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.

For 160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a hero just for:

retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof, taking the training wheels off a bike, removing a splinter, filling a wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless.

You get a front row seat to history to witness the:

· first step,
· first word,
· first bra,
· first date, and
· first time behind the wheel.

You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.

In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits.

And... one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost. That is quite a deal for the price!!

Love & enjoy your children & grandchildren!!

Canadians: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the South to
avoid collision.

Americans: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the
North to avoid a collision.

Canadians: Negative. You will have to divert your course 15
degrees to the South to avoid a collision.

Americans: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again,
divert YOUR course.

Canadians: No, I say again, you divert YOUR course.

Americans: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN, THE SECOND
LARGEST SHIP IN THE UNITED STATES' ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE
ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS AND NUMEROUS
SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES
NORTH--I SAY AGAIN, THAT'S ONE FIVE DEGREES NORTH--OR
COUNTER-MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP.

Canadians: This is a lighthouse. Your call.

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile.