Author has written 2 stories for Naruto, and Furi Kuri: FLCL.
i'm just your average, everyday anime character trying to fit in with the rest of the world. i don't expect you to completely understand me (no one does), but here are the basics (taking after the great kakashi hitake!) --
my name is aadam cloudds...
things i like... -- anime, art, music, wolves, video games
...and things i hate -- writer's block, and my amazing ability to NOT finish stories. hopefully, this fan-fic experience will fix that.
dreams for the future -- to be a great artist of some kind, whether it involves art or writing
hobbies -- drawing, writing (stories and poetry), surfing the web, reading numorus books (at the same time T_T), looking for inspiration
anime shows: naruto, flcl, vampire knight, wolf's rain, elemental gelade, dnangel, fruits basket
video games: kingdom hearts I, chain of memories, and II; star ocean: till the end of time; final fantasy VII; fire emblem: the sacred stones
movies: final fantasy VII: advent children, edward scissorhands, the sixth sense, hiyou miazaki's howl's moving castle, princess mononoke, and castle in the sky
music artists: the pillows, eiffel 65, utada hikaru, yoko kanno, yoko shimamura, evanscence, good charlotte, linkin park, steve conte, maaya sakamoto
future ideas for fan-fictions:
kingdom hearts: the paradise memoirs; pre-series: sora, riku and kairi are spending thier summer on destiny islands...the summer before the attack of the heartless-- so they get to enjoy every waking moment of it. although, this is the summer that riku realizes a love that he never saw coming...
dnangel: the thief's heir; pre-series: dark is off in america, leaving his son, vayle, alone in japan. he is assigned multiple heists, but apparently he didn't inherit all of his fathers thieving skills...
poem of the month:
music to sleep by:
your song drifts to me like an oceans wave. it flows over me-- and drowns me, slowly and sweetly-- like a first kiss-- or a hand touching skin.
your voice, a song in itself, is what fuels me. when they say "you cannot have her!"-- they say i cannot live. without you life is just textbooks and pens-- nothing complicated, nothing magical.
to feel your touch is to drink of blue flame. it burns violently within me-- and i know you feel it too. alive as a spark, lit in the dark-- our forbidden love lives on, even without the sun.
your music is art, and your thoughts are pure-- like silver-- under a full moon. your notes and chords are carried to me-- on a soft, warm breeze-- that floats to my senses-- on the breath of your whisper. the same breath that i feel against my shoulder-- as we wake-- from a night of miracles-- by starlight. 9.22.06