Hi! -looks around awkwardly-

Okay, I'm not good talking about myself. So here goes! -whispers- Please don't kill me after you read this. It is long and ramble-y. And some parts will make you face palm.

Small note before I get started: If you're, by some miracle, a fan of my works, I should probably warn you that I have two modes of writing: I can crank out about 10 chapters in one hour. Or I will get writer's block over some small thing and I won't be able to return to one thing for months. Or I get a new idea and work on that instead and completely lose my momentum. Basically, I have either hyper drive or complete stand still. Sorry about that.

Gender: Female

Orientation: I dont know man, i just dont know

Age: 17

Zodiac:

Star Sign: Virgo/Libra cusp. (woo! I get to choose the better fortune!)

Chinese: Rabbit.

Appearance:

Shoulder length brown hair with red/gold tints.

Brown eyes. (I think they're pretty but I wish they were blue like my dad's.)

I'm pale af.

Yay! Glasses!

Um... 5'8.

Looking back now this is really jumbled, but yeah. That's me.

Likes:

Fall. Winter.

Music of almost any kind. From Country to Hip-Hop to Rock to Classical.

Video games. I absolutely love WoW. I am a complete lore freak. I roleplay. (Never, EVER go to Goldshire on Moon Guard. Specifically the inn. Scary place.)

Anime, manga. Fanfic, obviously.

Books.

Online people.

Mixing soda to make new flavors. (I'm currently drinking a 50/50 mix between grape and knockoff Pepsi. My favorite is 80/20 Barq root beer and lemonade.)

Cold. My room is kept at a comfortable 55-60 Fahrenheit.

Sparkling Juice/Cider. It is my favorite part of the entire year. Better than my birthday. Better, even, than summer vacation. This stuff makes me so incredibly happy. You could stab me in the gut and kill my sister. If you give me sparkling juice/cider of any flavor, be it cherry, apple, grape, strawberry, or any combination thereof, I will bow down and worship you as a god. I cannot explain why I love it so much. I just do. I like the fizz. I like the bottle. I like the way the bottle feels as I pour the contents out of it into the small green water goblets my family has and hear the bubbles. Recently, the discount store has gotten this wonderfully delicious nectar of the gods. Alot of it. For only two dollars a bottle. This drink is normally incredibly expensive, so my parents only buy it on New Years Eve. So when I was pulled out of my lair to visit my great grandmother, and we stop by the discount store and I saw large boxes full of this, I was in heaven. Apparently, my parents didn't know how much I loved it. So they were a tad surprised. I get this in summertime now. But even during school, having bottles of this makes all the stress that sometimes brings me to tears go away. I get home from school, pour a small glass, and sip at it happily. If you have never had this drink, get off your butt, go to the store, and buy it.

Dislikes:

Offline people.

Real life.

My family.

Spring. Summer.

Tea. Tea is my Satan.

Irrational Fears:

Waterslides. Don't ask.

Mountains.

Bugs.

Going outside at night. Not the dark. But outside at night without light? Ugh. No thanks.

Pet Peeves/ Things I May Kill Over:

Getting in trouble for other people (My sister lights a fire in the backyard and its automatically MY idea? Wtf.)

People yelling at me when they're the ones being stupid. (If I take the time to do something like host a roleplay, and you say I suck because someone obviously better for a role than you gets said role, heads will roll and planets will explode.)

That's pretty much it.

Misc Info About My Whacked Personality/ Other Really Boring Stuff:

Okay, so the story behind my OLD username (WorshipedWaterRock): I am a shut in. Even during the school year, I dont go out of the house other than to go to school or to go to places with my family members. So right after the start of summer, as was normal for my hermit-like self, I rarely left my room. Out of an entire day, I spent maybe, MAYBE, a hour outside of my white doored, white walled (not my choice, if I could choose my room would look like my Creepypasta OC's back from my Creepypasta fangirl days. Don't get me wrong. I only do OCs when I'm writing quizzes about what your Creepypasta life would be like.) lair each day. I let the dogs out of my room in the morning, unloading/reloading the dishwasher while they're outside, at noon when I open the dishwasher to dry/cool, and every hour basically in between 9:30/10:00 am when I woke up and 4:00 pm when my mom returned and freed me of the beasts. (Most of our pets are my parent's. My dog is a sweetheart but as he is a Chihuahua/Terrier mix, beast is a VERY fitting term for him.)

So after about two weeks of my monotonous, blissful life of WoW, anime, manga, dishwasher, and dogs, as well as the occasional catnipped kitty, my parents come home and tell me to get dressed in the next hour because they were taking me to go to a mountain spring, of all things. Major problems: Outside world. I can handle that. Car ride. Yay, I like those. Then I realize. Mountains? Check my fear list above. Mountains=scary. I hate them. I'm generally fine with heights, but the second I see my dad driving on a mountain road and I see the edge NOT in my line of sight, ie. CLIFF, we have a problem. And that's when I realize that they were trying to give me a heart attack so we could go and get a couple of gallons of water from a rock. At the time, I had been playing online Cards Against Humanity with one of my best friends (I like my online friends more than my real life ones, so this friend is indeed from, you guessed it, WoW.) So as I get ready to go, I start ranting to her, and end up calling this an 'idiotic trip to the magical water rock of the gods'. So I go. We drive. The road to the dang spring is CLOSED, so we don't even get the water, and then we return. By the time I get back, my entire battletag list knows of the water rock incident, and now we all (most of us. Some of us) call springs 'Worshiped water rocks'.

So thats why I have such a weird name. End of story.

Story behind my NEW Username: It's Belarusian. Like, seriously. I went to google translate, found my favorite language (current one) and typed in Mother Pen God. I feel as if most of the stories I write are for my 'children', I write stories, and I control them. Simple as that XD.