Name: Austin Buck

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Religion: Christianity

Sect: Protestant

Profile: I've got ghost pale skin, bright blue eyes hidden behind dirty glasses, brown hair dotted with dandruff (got medical shampoo), freckles across face, a hearing aid in left ear (lost that ages ago), and perfectly (kinda sorta) straight teeth finally free from braces. I'm currently engaged in a losing battle with the hair under my chin. The battle was lost. The facial hair has taken over my entire neck. Now it fights for the central point, beneath my nose. I fear my entire face will be surrounded.

I am tall (compared to a pygmy), dark (compared to an albino), and handsome (compared to Quasimodo).

I enjoy playing video games and watching television. I have said to be very smart and my reasoning skills are in the 90th percentile. But give me a football and I will stare at the accursed thing with a stupid look plastered on my face. I haven't the foggiest concerning which end you throw at your allies and which end you throw at your enemies. I am enjoying writing stories and reading the reviews, even though I am a bit slow to get out chapters. I am selfless and kind, but my social skills are in the rut. I enjoy dark and emotional music, and I dislike the happy and cheerful music. I am a proud Christian and would never turn from my beliefs. Besides, there is far too much evidence that supports a higher being.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.

SAD ANNOUNCEMENT!

I'm sorry, I have to pretty much admit it outright. I think I'm done with Michael Mordare and the Angel of Massacre. I loved writing it, but things have changed. When I started writing Angel of Massacre back in 2008, I wasn't exactly in a good place in my life. I wrote that dark story when I was unhappy. Writing what I wanted, getting reviews, and breathing life into my creation was the brightest memories I have of that time. Angel of Massacre came from a dark place, and I am so honored that so many people read it.

But I'm not the same person, not anymore. I'm actually pretty pleased with my life right now. I've got an apartment of my own, a job to pay the rent, and school to bring me closer to my dreams. As it stands now, I don't think I can reconnect with the old me. I can't go back to that dark place to try and write Michael Mordare's tortured life anymore. I haven't written that story in over a year. I'm pretty much just like Hideaki Anno. If I were to start the whole thing over again, it probably wouldn't be the same as it is now.

Right now though, I've actually begun to write again in a whole new fiction. While the Elfen Lied series was just right for me way back then, my passions have passed on. Now I'm into another show and my fingers have begun to dance across the keyboard once more. Trying to dedicate the same effort to my old story just drives me into a brick wall. Or rather, trying to write Angel of Massacre brings me to a dark chasm that I have no intention of entering again.

I hate to say it, but I've pretty much moved on. I had fun and I think writing it made me happier. But now my stories will be brighter and funnier, with only a dab of that old darkness for flavor. I don't know if you're going to read my new story.

If you want to PM me and ask questions about Angel of Massacre, I'd love to settle your curiosity.

END SAD ANNOUNCEMENT!

My most current crazed fan-dome phase is Rooster Teeth's RWBY series. I have begun writing a fan-fiction and I will post chapters here as regularly as possible. If RWBY isn't your cup of tea, then I don't blame you. It doesn't have nearly as much blood and titties fan-service as Elfen Lied.

If you are interested in my new story, Requiem For Remnant, then please read and review. You can also follow my Tumblr page, which will have additional information about Requiem For Remnant, such as original character biographies and sneak-peek snippets.

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Thank you.