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Well, so, I haven't been here for a long time. Okay, I admit, a REALLY long time. Nowadays if I come on MAL, I usually just peruse the site for minutes at a time to look up characters from certain anime just to remember what I've read. It's been a while, MAL. *sighs* I kind of missed you.

The door slowly creaks open revealing a figure illuminated by the light of a computer monitor. The figure's mouth is pursed into a thin line, her determined eyes shaded by dangling locks of maroon. Her hands are adept and quick, clicking at the keyboard with ease. Every once in a while, a voice would comment from the speakers of the screen, sending her into a dizzying typing frenzy. Noone other than the players in the game would know for sure what the FLIP she was saying.

As the monitor grows a weary blue, the girl taps a few keys and lounges back in her chair contentedly.

"Ahh, another good instance." she smiles and swivels around to meet your gaze. At first she is a little shocked by your sudden appearance, but she waves it off muttering something along the lines of, "Need to get those damn locks replaced." Of course you cannot hear her because this is her dialogue and she has made it so. Slowly she gestures to the single bed in the corner, signalling you to "sit the flip down so she can tell you about herself."

"Ahh, um. Where do I start? I've never done these dialogue stories in a profile so I'm at a loss. Well, introductions are as good a start as any, correct?" The girl grins and extends a hand of welcome, her jade eyes glimmering in the darkness.

"Ello, the name's Darkeiko. Of course you can call me any number of names. Some of which are Eiko, Keiko, Dark, Darkie, Darky, or the very rarely used, Taquito. Although the last one I really wouldn't suggest it unless you want a bump on the noggin." Swiveling from your view, the girl proceeds to point to a lovely stack of old and used game cartridges and cases. Most are either scratched, have been left askew, or are lying any which way.

"There's the game pile. I won't really call it a stack per se considering it's not exactly neat. Not all of these games are mine though, so I'm not going to be bothered. They're my brother's and I own an amount of two games. One of which I've had for years and doesn't work. The other is in perfect working condition. I swear though when I get my own games I'm throwing all this crap out and setting up my nice pile. Stupid flipping brothers." The girl goes about emerging from her chair, hovering slightly over said pile, grumbling at the idiocy of her brother. Of course you don't exactly care much for her irate demeanor but it is amusing to say the least. Especially when she flails her arms in the air and starts screaming at the top of her lungs in indignation. But we'll leave what she says to your imagination.

Stalking over, she grabs you by the scruff of your shirt and points from the gaming pile to the monitor several times over.

"I like RPGs, Fighting games, Online games, and the occasional FPS. If you don't know what the definition of RPG and FPS is, I suggest grabbing a dictionary because I sure as heck am not going to tell you." You're a little annoyed that she had just ruined the collar of your favorite shirt, but considering she has a sword in the other corner of the room and a 4-point shuriken on lay away, you don't want to be taking any chances. It was a terrible shirt, right? Right. As you glance about the room, you notice the girl straightening a few pictures tacked onto the wall.

You can distinctly hear her saying, "These are my favorite characters...at the moment. They are subject to change but right now they are kick-arse."
The girl backs away from the sheets of paper, satisfied, and turns the doorknob.

"What do I look like? A flipping tour guide? Read the rest of the profile because I'm too lazy to tell you everything about myself. Geez. Slackers." She smiles, waves, then proceeds to slam the door in your face with a resounding click.

"Frigging tourists." she mutters before returning to her online gaming.

Favorite Colors: Blue, black, red, green, purple and silver.

Favorite Mystic Animal(s): Dragon, Phoenix.

Clothing style: Hmm, ranges from patterned clothes to artsy.

Favorite Gaming Heroes: Vincent Valentine and Yuffie Kisaragi.

Favorite Band(s): Evanescence, M.O.V.E, Linkin Park, Rock, Alternative, Classic Rock, J-pop, J-rock, and other Heavy Metal bands I have yet to name.

Favorite Anime: Yu Yu Hakusho

Favorite Genre: Action, Comedy, Horror, Romance, Possible Gore, and anything that has a good plot.

Hopefully with time I'll get to know everyone on this site better. To future friendships! Cheers! *clink*





















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