Author has written 11 stories for Super Smash Brothers, Misc. Games, Mario, Code Lyoko, Codename: Kids Next Door, Avatar: Last Airbender, Pokémon, and Adventure Time with Finn and Jake.
Name: As readers of my status, and thus friends, you may call me Hero. (I think that is a rather fetching name. :3)
Age: 21 (not quite, but will be in February)
Gender: I am 100% a computer virus, but my body is male.
Favorite Books/Novels: Chasing Yesterday Trilogy, Harry Potter, Wally McDoogle, Septimus Heap, The Legend of Annie Murphey, The Wind and The Wing, Inheritance Cycle
Favorite Mangas: Fruits Basket, Pokemon Adventures
Favorite TV/Anime/Comedy/Cool shows: Avatar: The Last Airbender, FullMetal Alchemist, Code Lyoko, Vandread, Inuyasha, Phineas and Ferb, Codename: Kids Next Door, Firefly, Young Justice, //.hack
Favorite Movies: Princess and the Frog, Serenity, Stargate, First Knight, Tangled, Lion King, Aladdin, Swan Princess
Favorite Video Games: Fire Emblem (GBA), Ocarina of Time, Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door, Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness, Ninjatown (DS), Kingdom Hearts (PS2),
Hometown: Lyoko - Sector 5
Couples I love:
Jeremie x Aelita
Zuko x Katara
Link x Zelda
Link x Midna
Eliwood x Ninnian
Couples I made up:
Mathew X Sam
Jeremie x Kaiyo
Willow x William
Couples I HATE HATE HATE!
Link X Saria (Dude, Saria stays a kid forever and Link grows into a full-fledge adult. They cannot be romantically involved. That is just disturbing.)
Favorite Cartoon Show:
Code Lyoko! I am going to keep telling this to everyone, because the word of this show needs to spread. Code Lyoko lives forever!! (My favorite characters are Odd and Jim)
Seasons 1 & 2 are awesome. Seasons 3 & 4 are very entertaining, and much cleaner too!
One Good Quote: Just tell your parents that your fighting in a virtual universe against a demonic virtual intelligance who wants to destroy the world. I'm sure that will reassure them.
Currently, I am making plans for a Code Lyoko Sequel Series, though I would have to get ahold of the copyright from Moonscoop in order to do that, and I have my doubts about whether they would be willing to sell it. I have a fanfiction in which I am expressing my idea, and I am contemplating writing a biography on X.A.N.A. It would be a very, very, very sad story.
It's not who you are underneathm but what you do that defines you. (Batman)
All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you. (Gandalf)
I love it when I win (Commander Rourke)
to Pippin Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took. (Gandalf)
I am also a very large fan of First Knight. I love King Arthur's Lines. Here are some of my favorite:
Lancelot, just a thought. A man who fears nothing is a man who loves nothing; and if you love nothing, what joy is there in your life? I may be wrong.
Only a fool wants what he can not have.
There are laws that enslave men, and laws that set them free. Either what we hold to be right, and good, and true IS right and good and true for all mankind, under God, or we are just another robber tribe.
May God grant us the wisdom to discover right, the will to choose it, and the strength to make it endure.
This is the heart of Camelot, not these stones, not these timbers, these palaces and towers. Burn them all and Camelot lives on, because it lives in us. Camelot is a belief that we hold in our hearts.
There's a peace that's only to be found on the other side of war. If that battle must come I will fight it!
I have no pride left in me. What I do, now I do for my people and for Camelot. And may they forgive me. This is my last act as your king. Do not be afraid. All things change. I am Arthur of Camelot, and I command you now... all... To fight! Fight like you've never fought before! Never surrender! Never Surrender! Fight as you never...
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this; because in the Bible, it says that if you deny me, then I shall deny you before my Father in the gates of Heaven.
This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t re-post it?
Re-post this if you truly believe in God, and even if you don't
If you have ever copied or pasted something into your profile, copy or paste this into your profile. The irony.
If you are obsessed with FanFiction, copy this into your profile.
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If you could understand that put it into your profile. (My younger brother has a shirt that has something like this written onto it.)
- Part of the Author(ess) Production Team -
Designation: Hero of Time Freak
Prefers: Kingdom Hearts, Pokemon, Zelda, Furbys, Mario (Basically Yoshi Stories)
Loves: Legend of Zelda and Code Lyoko
Current Ideas: Brainstorming, but at the moment I merely have one, Mess of Characters.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back."The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart