Latest Activity: Played Flood Runner 4 (May 30, 2013 6:45pm)
Points needed for next level: 7 Level
my 19-year birthday is on on 7/11/X2013Y. Be there and be fair!~♥
Race: Nekomata. Original name: Cardomon.
Question often asked: how did I get my wings, and a demon wing and angel wing?
Well, originally, I was an angel in Celestia, which is an floating island, which was governed under a monarchy and probably still is, and due to it being a monarchy any “blames” were met with harsh action and investigation. I was 5 years old under my parents watch, they placed a small rug on a very floppy place holder design a picture of them together, and placed both those things on a chest of items from which me, and my parents made…. around the middle of being 5 a man accused my family of smuggling bullets, rifles, and guns for hell, which split off of Celestia in the dividing war split era. Since it was ruled under monarchy guards can search without any warrant. My house was stormed and guards in golden shining heavenly armor shot both my parents dead, and ramsacked the house, even destroying the chests lid and rummaging, even breaking the contents inside thinking hellish carbine rifles were in there, they found nothing and found me crying at the staircase between the first and second floor, sice I was too young for a death sentence, they dragged me as I kicked and cried for my parents off of Celestia, and made me fall into hell as I was thrown off, I was young and it was raining, I traversed a walking path and eventually collapsed from illness, many passed me by, and when I was about to black out, a demon prince came and picked me up in his arms, I was too weak to see his face as it was a black sillohette to me, but he rushed me back to his castle and nursed me back to health, his name was Laharl, aka the devil of all demon prince’s, who controls all of hell… He gave me my own room… My own treasury tower which I stood proudly at from the top, and sweared to serve him for the rest of my life due to him saving my life… and thus I vowed to end all prejudices humans, demons, and angels may have had… due to being falsely accused by Celestian soldiers of the smuggling routine, I was also half gifted, with an angel wing. and that is how I got my wings.
from a vey long past I don’t want to repeat but I hope it entertains you, pfft:
hi im Nija the cat girl and yeah, i gotta reference including me in it.
Those long days passing by from that door Like late summer they slowly fade away
note: im no longer into sex, or even slu)ttiny, infact, i feel like i want a lust for power now, but i’ll use it for good. and the soothing entertainment f destruction. (oh yeah, in the nethers floating islands, i found a starfury, pretty weak but i tricked it out to be OVERPOWERED, lets review its super-status) original: costs 11 mana, spawns set number of stars, limited uses, does 14 dammage with red stars, and 11 dammage with the sword, but only does 11 dammage if its the sword, no matter what armor or no-armor the enemy has NOW FOR MINE
starfury of nether, owner: cardonan. name: star imploder I. Mana usage: 11 dammage: over 11 billion strength: unbreakable. red stars spawned: about12 million based on the users mind. “just wave the sword and stars spring forth delting final blows”
as i said im not going to overpower for BAD power, just for entertainment, etc., im bored of sex, so why not use a tricked out casting sword capable of mass destruction by me? dont judge me on this, i like being overpowered in chat…… guess its pride of RPG and RP mixed together, lolz.
my life story, i’ve been trying to hide it from most public chat but here goes: i was born on celestia, had 2 parents, and followed rules accordingly, at age 4 on my birthday, my party was filled with holy lights, something i didnt know up till i was older was there was a rumor within theguard of a small party smuggling ammo and guns for the depths of hell, at age 5, my family was framed, sice celestia was “kings-rule” at my age, the guards could easily follow a frame case stupidly, my parents died of 2 holy bullets in the head, the house i lived in was trashed, thrashed and things literally flipped over, i watched from the stairs crying and paralyzed in horror, since i was so young i couldnt be sentanced death, but to become a fallen, i was dragged off celestia, resisting, crying, kicking, but in the end i became a half fallen. i traversed the city in the very depths, rain pouring, but evntually i became ill and fainted, at some point, i opened my eyes, and saw i was getting carried off by someone (who quickly became my master), he nursed me back to health at his castle, infront of a fireplace, since he saved my life i always named him “master” ,and my life unfolded to what it was today. this is my life’s story for age 5… a horrid, tragic, beacon of hope. i have one demon wing, one angel wing, so would you pray. on non-prejudice wings?
Confession: I was once part of an hell’s finest inquisition meant to eradicate evils and bring them to hell’s prisons. For a time things were good, then I unknowingly went on a gang raid against… Lizain… at the time I didn’t know the inquisition turned into a raiding gang and got my fire equipment ready… we were to burn a town with Magmarangs and flamethrowers… The former inquisition who called themselves “The TYgers” , discriminately burnt the town to ambers and flames… an few civilians who tried to escape were ranged in the back and killed, no frill escaped.. or so we thought… after finding out after a week of investigation on this… mission… I found out the inquisition became a gang group… it was then I took the gang underground to an underground stairway network and office network, locked myself with them in a room… and ate them… It is also the reason why Lizain is a racist now… I’m sorry, Lizain, I was a fool and an idiot… You have every right to be angry… As a symbol to burn away my corruption, I threw away the last thing that was proof of this inquisition existing, my red robe… Meant to be fire proof and lava proof for only 5 minutes, it is only through cooling systems or from surfacing should it instantly reset, so I held the fabric down for 5 minutes in a fire place and pinned it there so it wouldn’t fly out like a hot air balloon…. a symbol of truce of the last surviving frill of her old town… which sadly, doesn’t exist any longer… The only thing that would be left would be ashes that still burn hot to this day, Lizain was a very young girl hen… Her home town was named yutigurrii, after her father…. the town burned before she knew it’s name, but I still do because it was written in ink… On what was the ink located? an inquisition mission log. May me confessing this publicly solve and heal old wounds.