User:Aether13
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Aether13 *it's actually Aether but some tool went and stole my username so grrr* Aether13 is the new hotness. He is a writer/artist/artistic director/poet/... well pretty much everything cool. Aether13 was born somewhere in Australia which is on earth... hopefully otherwise I'm screwed. I was born dead and had to be revived, so technically I'm a zombie. So anyway, I lived with my mum for a couple of years because my deadbeat dad went and ran away because he couldn't hack the pressure... lazy bastard. My mom got married and this "new" dad if you will is all I've ever known, so thanks. I have been to around 8 schools each for no less than 1 year. The friend I've had the longest is believe it or not my pal Wikki, his nickname is actually derived from his middle name. I'm lactose intolerant and broke my arm in year 10.
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[edit] Writing
To myself, I am first and foremost a writer. I began writing in the year 2006. We had a creative writing section in the school criteria and I was thinking "Oh great... more school." However, I loved it. I began my writing with Tracer. The story of a detective named Tracer. This was used in one of my tests and what do you know? I got an A+ for it! From then on I kept on writing. I went on to write Kitsune Samurai, now known as XIII Samurai: Recreate. To BioMecha, Final Fantasy WTF?! And now Bohemian Valentina. I have no published works but am currently working on that.
[edit] Tracer
All that I will tell you is that people refer to me as Tracer, I’m 25 an ex-dog of the force and I live in the harshest part of Central. Although I possess twin pistols and know several forms of martial arts I live in constant fear of death approaching my door, knocking and in a raspy, choking voice saying. “Your time has ended.” I don’t want to die yet; I have things to resolve before I die. Things I can’t talk about.
The day was coming to an end and a large storm was brewing from the north, I sat in my darkened office, shards of light cutting across the room, The pungent stench of rotting food, overwhelming like a cemetery. The mountains of paperwork casting dancing shadows on the wall as the dull light tried to illuminate the room. I reached for my coat as I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment, picking my way across the notes, lying there like a passed out drunk. As I left the room, I grabbed the only doughnut that wasn’t overrun with maggots. I slowly got in my car, a black jag, and a bloody miracle it hasn’t been stolen yet.
[edit] XIII Samurai: Recreate
Prelude Extinction
It is the year 2285, technological advancements have slowed to almost a halt, and a new disease has overwhelmed the earth with its pungent stench of death. I have been infected with this disease and cryogenically frozen. This is the future, as I know it. As the annihilation of mankind draws ever closer to the present, the tool of destruction is awakened from its deathly slumber. It gives a blinding roar and then!...
…nothing
Prologue
Date 18, May 0085 Once upon a time, there lived a band of 13 brave warriors. They were led by one person, a person who believed that evil only triumphed when good did nothing. Through his adventures he obtained the sword of evil, the bane of all that is good and with it he struck down the god of death in an epic battle between two evils. To this day, no-one knows of his whereabouts. This warrior's name was , he was the hero of Earth. But to be remembered throughout the ages as a hero, he thought was too much credit. As he was ashamed of the path he once took, the path of evil. Akuma had consumed his soul. And so, he burned all records of his adventures. Never to exist except in the memories of those he saved and those who fought along his side.
“Kiyoshi, you’d better not be reading that fairy tale again. You’ve got school tomorrow.” I quickly shuffled the book under my pillow and pretended like I was asleep just before my mom opened the door. She sighed saying, “Kiyoshi, you know I wasn’t born yesterday. Your lamp is on.” “Damn!” I whispered to myself, but kept sleeping. She reached under my pillow and pulled out the book, “And here it is, you know Kiyoshi I never thought you would become so obsessed with this book.
Chapter I Enter: Kiyoshi Akimoto The Hero of Therah It is now the beginning of time; I have survived the destruction of earth… somehow. 20 million years have passed since the roaming of dinosaurs.
I stood in my chamber slowly, observing the environment. I was in a clearing of a dark forest, looking up I saw glimpses of the sky through the congregation of dying leaves. I inhaled bringing in the smell of the coming autumn and carrying this scent the breeze brushed against my exposed arms. As I looked around I could hear a sparrow call in the distance but quickly ignored it as I realised I was not alone. I brought my attention to my immediate surroundings as I heard a rustling in the shadows. I stepped out cautiously and started walking the rustling; looking back I saw the chamber was desolate and long forgotten. The leaves in the gloom began crunching under the swift weight of a creature. All around me, circling me. I was searching for an answer to a question continually running through my mind faster and faster, keeping with the pace of the sounds, my heart rate increasing with fear and frustration. Suddenly it stopped, I could hear the insects flying and chirping, oblivious to the fear I was feeling. I carefully crept towards the last area I heard the steps and abruptly halted when I heard a yell. “Don’t move!” My arms shot into the air reacting to the command. “Please don’t hurt me!” I pleaded.
[edit] Final Fantasy WTF?!
- All character names are property of SquareEnix and I do not take any credit for the creation of these characters*
Cloud: La la laaaa. I love life.
Cloud is attacked
Sephiroth kills Barret Sephiroth mortally wounds Tifa Cloud attacks Sephiroth Cloud deals [1] damage to Sephiroth Sephiroth kills Cloud
Cloud: WTF?! Did I just die?!
Sephiroth: Yes you did Cloud… and I’m your mother!
Cloud: …
Cloud: Right, I’m going over here now.
Sephiroth: Don't turn your back on me young man! This sword can reach you... WHEREVER YOU GO!
Cloud: ... did your sword just wink at me?
Sephiroth: ... uh, no. What gives you that idea?
[edit] BioMecha
Prologue BioMecha
BioMecha, a living entity artificially created by man. Some believe that these BioMecha have souls because they were intended to be created by God, I don’t believe it. I believe BioMecha are an abomination to mankind, that they are created for one purpose and one purpose only…to destroy. If more of these imitation humans are created, I know they will overthrow their creators…mankind.
One BioMecha was created long ago, unbeknownst to society it was released and given adoptive parents. Society was told the prototype was destroyed because it was too defective, but it was the ultimately perfect BioMecha, it felt, grieved, loved, hated and grew. It’s name was BiologicalMechanicalPrototype_1.
Soon after it’s falsified destruction another was created, BiologicalMechanicalPrototype_2, Physically aged than it’s older sister but completely different. He didn’t grow. He began to believe he was the first and last perfection of humanity ever created, they denied his beliefs and attempted to program him in believing he was only created to serve. This made him enraged and he escaped from his containment unit based in Area 51 disappearing into society. Years later, a massive scale attack was launched at the Pentagon, they left markings on what they destroyed…BMPII. It has been 15 days since the attack and BMPII has begun a war. The first and only BioMecha war.
He has created a new race of beings. They are called, BioMecha. This is not a war for peace; this is a war for life!
Log_001 Enter: Evangeline
I opened my eyes and stared across my desk, seeing my computer monitor executing irregular activity. I sat up, peeled the notebook paper from my face and put on my V-link, typing erratically. After a few hours of working I received an e-mail from the military unit board I used to work for, opening it I smiled.
[edit] Bohemian Valentina
1894. Paris, France. The city of love and where destiny met me with my first true love... Valentina.
I am Auguste Francis, a simple bohemian. It was on the eve of the first day of spring. I was travelling back in '92, and as I bought a crossiant she took me. The most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She strode with the elegance of an angel and parted crowds like Moses parts water. Her long, delicate hair barely lifted by the breeze and her eyes, the diamond in the rough. She was a saint amongst sinners.
[edit] Aether13
I am currently studying Software Development majoring in Interactive Games Development in Australia.
