Author has written 4 stories for Card Captor Sakura, Fruits Basket, and Loveless.
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Age: 25 Height: 5’6” Hair Color: Blonde Eye color: Gray Marital Status: Single Location: Canada eh! Western Sign: Aries Eastern Sign: Rat Western Element: Fire Eastern Element: Wood Blood Type: AB+ Fav Anime: Iria Fav Food: Popcorn Fav Drink: Silver Cloud Fav Color: Black pet peeve: Loosing things
Dedication of my work:
To My Beloved:
- They say that love defies all odds, the odds are however that it doesn't
About the author: Glasses has been absent from the world of writing for quite some times, as such the author is quite the rusty hinge, however since the last stories life has improved dramatically, even though the authors outlook on it remains as dim and depressing as ever, but the readers wouldn't have it any other way as this is what drives the author to write. It was long years ago that the writer emerged form the dark below ground dwelling with corpse like resurrection only to be dragged from the very dirt of the country, to the grime of the city where a living was made throwing drunks out of various establishments while in many case while wearing a gentlemanly like suit that did not of the nature of the job fit. Dwelling in above ground boxes with various side kicks and becoming all the more miserable for lack of space. Eventually the writer in questing did come upon a castle and was since set upon as staff, taking up residence in the south west tower and in great satisfaction that shone though even the gloom of inherent nature. A chamber of fine chocolate leather furniture, and deep burgundy rugs and drapes became the company of choice with book shelves upon bookshelves for the best of companions, but let us not forget this a tale of woe and in amidst the sanctuary of this happiness there was, being a worker, no... dare I say slave to the castle to contend with, and so of the wonderful sanctuary, little time was spent in, and the author was author no more but slave to the day to day bustle of the castle. Taking up the odd conversation with the Greek statues on the castle walls, but otherwise having precarious little energy for such frivolities as wit. Then came the day of madness fight from the castle armed only with a laptop and traveling provisions, sanctuary left in the keeping of a friend the world was set upon by the author time on an island, in the deep underbellies of massive cities, in the lazy country side of youth, yet to return... whereabouts... unknown, questing for something in madness, but for what... for whom... dare I say... unknown.
- The informant.