Author has written 14 stories for Yu-Gi-Oh, Final Fantasy VIII, Anime X-overs, Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Pokémon, Naruto, Blade, Legend of Zelda, Chrono Crusade, and Book X-overs.
Author Name: Nexus of Dark world
My name means to link to the hearts of others
Real Name: Mark John Green
Born: Brighton, England
Age: 20 years
Gender: Male, though I used to get mistaken for a girl alot when I was younger...go figure
IQ: 180 (Not that it really means much in the real world)
Height: 183 (6ft)
Weight: that's a secret, though I could stand to lose a few stones.
Porn Star Name: ...um why is this here...damn...(blushes)
Star Sign: Scorpio
Zodiac Sign: Hebi (snake)
Hair: Originally long blond and curly, then short, wavy and brown, now short, spiked and black.
Eyes: Grey-blue with gold yellow around the pupil
Blood Type: what are you a vampire? why'd you wanna know that? Well I don't know, I've never needed a blood test. (See it pays to use a condom, no check ups, no needles haha!)
Romantic Interests: I'm currently not interested in a relationship - so nobody! (man...that sounds depressing now I think about it...But I just don't want to be in one!)
Siblings: Two, a younger brother and sister (my sister's on this site as "Nexus Girl")
Parents: Yes I have them...No I'm not one (shudders at thought) Too many of my friends of parents now...
My favorite animes are mostly romance comedy's like Da capo, Pita ten, final approach, Kannon 2006, Goshusho-sama, Futakoi etc...I also like most echii animes, and animes with awesome fight scenes and plots like Kenichi and Code geass.
My Likes: I have too many to count. But I like anime, porn, fanfiction, novels, anime based ps2 games, martial arts etc...)
My Dislikes: That's a secret, otherwise they might get away (cue evil laughter)
Dream(s): To publish my own series of novels, travel the world and eventually get a small mansion on a private island being served by lots of skimpy attired hotties in uniform. (drools...) If you don't know what I'd do after that, then go watch any hentai that has maids in it and that should give you a clue. ; )
Greatest Fears: not fulfilling my dreams and living a normal life, not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm already way too bored of it.
I sorry to inform you all but due to my job and my desire to finish my novel and make it as a professional writer I will now resign as an active fanfiction writer, therefore all for all of you who have enjoyed my stories and reviewed them I give you my thanks, especially those of you who inspired me to pursue this life goal. I may be back in the future but not for many years therefore all of my unfinished fanfictions I'm putting up for adoption, for those of you who wish for certain stories to continue, go ahead and take them, all I ask that you do is do what I was unable to do and that is of course finish them.
Well I'll miss you guys, and I'll be sure to let you all know when I finish my book, hopefully you'll enjoy the difference between professional writer 'me' and fanfiction writer 'me', but enough of this I'll leave you to your reading and writing.
By the way, below is a poem I wrote dedicated to the snow and ice storms that have bound England for the last 11 days. Read it if you will, I haven't wrote one since I was 11 so I thought 'might as well'
YET AGAIN, WHITE MAIDEN
By Mark Green (AKA Nexus of Darkworld)
A dedication to the few weeks of deadly weather in the UK.
Trundling home, warm thoughts are abound.
Chilling Winds batter and swerve around.
Tightened Knuckles with gritted teeth, a brown coat cloaked.
A Chill strikes the heart, twin grey orbs widen as virgin death descends from the sky.
The first white crystals slowly, slowly descending, soaking brown, and numbing pink flesh.
Memories of the last chill, memories of the maidens blanked cries are recalled.
Realisation strikes – Hardened and cold.
A Country deadened in a single night.
Footsteps quicken, each breath bursts forth; a grey haze.
The pink flesh; face and ears are frozen with crimson fire.
Trundling home, a bottomless white pit descending.
A thin blanket of purest death already lay before the descending streets and hills.
Gluttonous winds mixing the white and grey, beautiful beyond human concept
carrying a near-silent grimness, casting both emptiness and depth on the land.
Beneath the bleached maiden skies, a pair of grey orbs strained to see their destination.
Seeking home; warm and sheltered. But alas not yet.
Quelling a brief panic, followed by fumbling steps, the lone one trundles on, ignoring the whip-like blows of the determined deadly maiden.
The sky once darkened, littered with stars, now obscured under virgins woolly blanket.
An unnatural luminance is seen, a man made light hanging above a wooden door.
Approaching the oak with hurried relief, fumbling numb fingers, the turn of locks and screeching metal, assaulted by a breath of warm air as the door opens, stepping through lenses fog on contact.
A sigh escapes, relief mounts.
Yet fear remains for the oncoming day and those that follow, for the blazing ice and the deadly white maiden await.