Hiss13

I swear, this is feeling more and more like a Tales of game each time I look at it. You're going above and beyond here. Can't wait to see the completed project, as usual. Definitely feel the motivation to work on my own project from just looking at this.

Heh. I absolutely adored this moment from the Heavy Object finale. "Aishiteruze, baby."

Well. Things escalated quickly on Strat's end.... O.o

So, after some deliberation (and some laziness), I have decided that I am going to keep Sion as is. Because Sion is a cute and there is a level of nostalgia I have for her. :3 Forum Name: Hiss13
 Character Name: Sion Sanctis 
Age: 15--August 13th, 1024 
Personality: She's a fairly snarky girl who uses that facade to mask an inferiority complex she harbors. As a result, she does tend to push people away from her leaving her quite lonely and awkward. As a result of her inferiority complex, she has developed a tendency to be heavily critical and overuse her observational skills. Despite that, she is kind-hearted to the point where her words betray her actions many times. She is the type who dislikes arguments. However, her temper is very easily triggered leading to her inadvertently pushing people further away. 
 Appearance: She stands at 5'6" and has a fairly slender figure concealed under a variety of black and white lolita dresses. She sports long black hair that reaches to above her waist and blue eyes. 
 Line of Belief: Laylite
 Modifier: Pulse

If her face had not been at its reddest before, it definitely got redder as the boy laughed. Luckily, he at least was understanding enough to bring her a towel. "I think I fixed it," she took the towel from his hands and immediately began drying herself off. "Thanks." A small, yet simple smile appeared on her reddened face.

Isolda Grace. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 3:00 PM Her interest had finally waned. She had failed to get herself into the ongoing festivities. With whatever last drops of cocktail she originally held emptied from the glass, Isolda let out a deep sigh. "Festivities are such a pain. Even Aria failed to get me out of that mentality..." There was no point in staying in the Grand Ballroom anymore. Even if she stayed, the best she could hope for was hold an attitude of apathy. Of course, it was far more likely that she would get annoyed watching the antics of the more inebriated entities in the area. In the end, eternal sobriety for an undead held both an advantage and a disadvantage. She made her way to the doors of the Ballroom before turning to get a quick final glance at everyone else in the hall cutting loose before walking out. As the doors shut behind her, the sounds of the party on the other end ceased to reach her ears. As she made her way down the seemingly empty hall way, the rhythm of her shoes hitting the ground resounded throughout it. "I see you left the festivities early this year as well, Lady Isolda." A low voice rang from a few feet behind her. "Were you behind me this entire time, Abel?" Isolda turned around to see the tall man who looked to be 30 draped, from his hat to his shoes, completely in black walking behind him. "Well, for a vampire like me who hates lights, there's not much to do. At least watching someone who interests me from the shadows keeps me occupied." "I'd call you a creepy old bat but frankly, what you do seems to be more akin to a teenage boy following around some older lady he has a crush on." "How cold, Lady Isolda. I do this out of hopes that I can one day see the form you took on that day you took me into this castle. Such a shame that you did not turn again today, though. I would have been willing to walk into that Grand Ballroom just to see that demonic form wreaking havoc there." "You even have the intervals memorized. The stalker levels are rising for you." "Yet, you still entertain the company of this stalker." Isolda frowned. For a prideful person like her, there was no greater insult than being called out on her own idiocy. "Ugh, fine. You have a point there." She turned around and started walking away. "Are you really just going to walk off like that?" "It's not like you aren't going to try and follow me or tag along so what does it matter to you?" "Point taken. But, what are you trying to do." Isolda turned her head 90 degrees and looked back to Abel with a smile. "I'm just going to find a way to kill time and stave off some boredom. Care to join me, stalker boy?"

Hmm...I'm gonna revise Sion's personality a bit before I put her profile up here. I feel like I need to redo how I write a character with an inferiority complex.

7/10 Interesting style. Just not a fan of the Delphox line. Geez. You guys are never gonna let this go ain'tcha?

Silence truly is a terrible thing for a writer putting their work out. While writers generally write for themselves and because they want to, that itself is only half of it. When writers put their work out, it's because they want to engage with an audience on some level. We don't care if it's criticism or praise. We honestly want to take satisfaction in the fact that someone took the time and effort to read through and try to understand that craft as well as to be able to engage in a conversation about the work we crafted. At least, that's how the romantic in me sees it~

5/10 Meh.

Well, time to show off my desktops walls again