Tachibana Hanako ProfileName: Tachibana HanakoTachibana Hanako Profile16 hours ago in Profiles
Age: Late teens to early twenties
Height: 155 cm (5' 1")
Weight: 46 kg (101 lbs.)
Hair: Dark auburn
Eyes: Light blue
Blood Type: A
Weapons & Fighting style: Carries two large metal fans on her back. Designs on them are very simple with yellow, blue, orange [flowers], and some white. The guards on both of the fans are also wooden.
As a ninja, it's no surprise that she knows ninjutsu: stealth, camouflage, and sabotage. With that, comes speed and agility. At top speed, she can throw ninja stars, smoke bombs, or spark bombs to distract or confuse enemies. She can also pull out she fans pretty quickly to slice enemies down. Her dodging abilities are top-notch (...most of the time) and dish out a good kick or punch.
Abilities & Weaknesses: While Hanako excels in speed, h
The Old Way“Everyone, settle down or we’re gonna scare away all the prey.” We were on our way to the bay, hoping to catch seals. None the less, what good would that be if every animal within a hundred mile radius knew we were there? “Guys just… Argh be quite!” They finally looked up. Rose and Eric had decided to join me for Micheal's rites. Rose was a little put out with having to ride Jon for the first leg, the hunt, but she’d been a little last minute in choosing and my Coren had already been ridden out for a hunt. I was meeting up with him after the hunt to change mounts, so Rose would take Micheal then. “Artemis, why can’t we just yanna, catch a fox or something and call it quits?” Rose really, didn’t want to spend over a week in the tundra but, what could she do? Someone was going to make sure Coren was at the checkpoint when we arrived tonight, and I didn’t have to time waste in getting the hunt started and risk being lThe Old Way19 hours ago in Profiles
Creepypasta #4 | Wilma FranzenWilma Franzén: CreepypastaCreepypasta #4 | Wilma Franzen20 hours ago in Profiles
"The Thing in the Window"
I'm pretty freaked out.
That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it's pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don't know how it got there, and I don't know how to get rid of it.
At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away... it wasn't there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn't look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring
( Creepypasta Oc ) The Great Manipulator's BioName: Dorothy Brown( Creepypasta Oc ) The Great Manipulator's Bio22 hours ago in Profiles
Nicknames: Dora, Doroth and Flowey
Given Name: The Great Manipulator
Birthdate: July 29, 1909
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single but not sure if she would be interested
Birth Country: North America ( In Ohio )
Current Residence: doesn't live in a specific place.
Likes: Flowers, Money or Power and Rainbow colored things. ( then thought she can't wear them )
Dislikes: Rude people, girlfriends or boyfriends to the person she's trying to trick, today's kids/teens and fan girls/boys.
Personality: Greedy,Manipulative,Nice sometimes, Silly, Sane and Patient.
Allies: Broken and Naamah ( friends)
Enemies: None at this time.
Favorite Color: Light Purple
Blood Type: B -
Height: 5'9 ( In her heels ) 6'2
Skin: (When she wants to scare you or when she's going to kill you) Pale and weak looking ( When she's trying to trick, Romance of etc ) Health tannish peach skin.
Seriously.“Mountain goats. Seriously mountain goats.” I was reading over the directions I’d been given on the hunting options for this season. Dull choices really; bear, deer. And mountain goat. “Really Elk, we’re going hunting for mountain goats. Argh wow.” There really wasn’t much choice. We’d been closest to this office and the only tags we’d been able to get were goat tags. Rocky mountains, here we come. I directed Elk towards the mountain paths and continued reading the information that came with my mountain goat tag. Mountain goat, i still couldn’t get over it. I directed Elk into a larger mountain path and stopped when we came to a small clearing. I hopped off from him, deciding this was a good a place as any, I got to work removing his tack, gently slipping off his bridle. “You’re on your own for this one boy,” I said as I patted his shoulder, “I’m not going to freeze over a silly goat.” I genSeriously.18 hours ago in Profiles