Author has written 11 stories for Hellsing, Sandman, Manhwa/Korean Comics/만화, Death Note, and Ouran High School Host Club.
I snagged this templet from Metropolis Kid. Sorry.
Name: Slartibartfast (go on, you can quote me on that one)
Occupation: Cashier and sometimes sales-person at a computer shop
Hight: 1.72m (5' 6.5'', for those of you who can't convert)
Weight: More than I look
Eyes: Blue/Green/Grey/Brown, Kinda a mix of all of them. Specific colour depends on my mood and what I'm wearing.
Hair: Sort of auburn
Religion: Solitary Pagan/ Hoodoo practitioner (not Satanist, keep your pants on)
My Psychiatric Profile:
Extrovert or Introvert: Introvert
Knight, Mage or Archer: Mage
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Fears: Crowded places and Most birds.
Interests and Hobbies: I like reading and writing. I'm a massive nerd and heavy into Gaming (table top and LARPing), particularly WoD and historical re-enactments. I do a lot of needle work. I enjoy cooking and eating different foods. I absolutely love music, particularly of the metal/alternative variety and singing (jazz). Scaring the hell out of jocks in clubs, and/or baiting them at all other times. I also love learning random factoids and information.
Shameless Plug: I am a staff member on a real cool forum game called The Crimson Court (hosted on invisionfree). It is set in medieval Romania and all of the beasties under the bed are real. You can play as a Witch, a Werewolf, a Vampire, a Ghost, a Faerie or a Human. We are a small and friendly community and are always looking for new players. So if you are into that thing, come check it out. :)
Favorite colors: Dark green, Red and Black
Favorite Season: Winter
Favorite Movies and Shows: Oh god, now you've got me.
Favorite Music: Billy Tallent, Old My Chemical Romance (before they got mopey), Rose Noire, Daizystripper, The Beatles, ABBA, The Mama's and the Papa's, The Rat pack etc. etc.
Favorite Books: The Hannibal Lecter Books. Anything by Joanne Harris (Sleep pale sister is the best book I've ever read). Stuff about criminal psychology. Stuff with REAL vampires.
V for Vendetta:
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
V: But to whom, may I ask and I speaking?
Phantom of the Opera:
Madam Giry: Those Who speak of what they know, find too late that prudent silence is wise.
Sleep pale sister:
Effie: And I, into what frail murderous thing will my crysalis hatch? Will I fly? Or sting?
Effie/Marta: Imagine a snowflake falling down a well. Imagine a flake of soot falling from the sky. Imagine that, for a moment.
Fanny Miller: So speak of science little man. 50 years ago they would have called your science magic. Who knows what tomorrow's science will be.
Mose Harper: Knave of hearts dear fellow, of hearts, kindly give me my proper title. And I've had so many hearts. I gave one to the mistress, and one too the maid, and one to the girl who cries down the lane. Only to stop her crying, you understand? And what did they give me in return? A few sighs, a quick tumble, and enough tears to fill my bathtub. Women, They've been the death of me and still I can't live without them.
Seras: You're not human.
Alucard: Just look at you wearing those sad priest robes. Don't you have any shame? I though scum could at least feel shame.
Jan Valentine: cough Hello. Is thing on? Good. this message is going out to the Round Table Conference, and a very personal and heart filled shout out to the queen bitch herself Ms. Hellsing! WE ARE THE VALENTINE BROTHERS. I'm Jan Valentine and it's real nice to meet all of you. We're so glad you could join us for this late lunch. We are currently enjoying the delicious taste, of the Helsing Membership.
Integra: These men dare to enter this house build on BLOOD and HONOUR! I will see them all waste in the deepest pits of HELL!
Death: When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
Destiny is the oldest of the Endless; in the beginning was the Word, and it was traced by hand on the first page of his book, before ever it was spoken aloud… Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of night. He leaves no footprints. He casts no shadow.
Desire smells almost subliminally of summer peaches, and casts two shadows: one black and sharp-edged, the other translucent and forever wavering, like heat haze … Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge. And there is much else that is knife-like about Desire … never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.
Despair, Desire's sister and twin, is queen of her own bleak bourne.
It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.
Delirium was once Delight.
And although that was long ago now, even today her eyes are badly matched; one eye is a vivid emerald green, spattered with silver flecks that move; her other eye is vein blue. Who knows what Delirium sees, through her mismatched eyes?
Hob Gadling: To absent friends, lost loves, old gods and the seasons of mists. And may each and everyone of us always give the devil his due.
Ketele: "Would the Lord of Hell destroy his realm? Would the Lord of Hell ever free the souls held in torment? Would the Lord of Hell expel the never-born? Would the Lord of Hell abandon the war with Heaven?"
Lucifer: "The million lords of hell stand arrayed about you. Tell us, why should we let you leave? You have no power here, for what power have dreams in Hell?"
Death: You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, appallingest excuse for an anthropomorphic personification in this or any other plane!
Dream: Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does … ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.
Gryphons shouldn't marry. Vampires don't dance. A man who inherits a library card to the library in Alexandria. A rose bush, a nightingale, and a black rubber dog-collar.
The Visionary cat: Dream the world. Not this pallid shadow of reality. Dream the world the way it truly is.
Dream: It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.
Peeseblossom: "'I am that merry wanderer of the night'? I am that giggling-dangerous-totally-bloody-psychotic-menace-to-life-and-limb, more like it."
Todd Faber: Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
Delerium: "Um, what's the name of the word for things not being the same always? You know, I'm sure there is one. Isn't there? There must be a word for it … the thing that lets you know time is happening. Is there a word?"
Death: "You cannot seek Destruction and return unscathed."
I was trying to think what the best way to deal with any flames I get was. I could ignore them, sure, but what would be the fun in that? And then I realised that the best way to take the wind out of a flamers sails' is to celebrate and discuss what they say to me. So here is where I will be posting any flames I get, followed by my response. If anyone wants to interact with this section. Please feel free to PM me.