**I feel that after jaar and a half of changing, cropping, and editing information about my first fanfiction character, I should make a bio that people would not only read for knowledge, but I can reefer back to it for any facts about her.**

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Full Name: Sofia Shizoku Hibiki
Name Origin: Sofia - "Wise", Shizoku - "Quiet Child", Hibiki - "Echo, of Sound"
Age: 15 (+ 3/4)
Birthday: February 15th, 1995
Hair: Red (Orange), Pigtails
Eyes: Green
Siblings: Ryoga Hibiki (See: "Ranma 1/2")
Personality: Defensive, grumpy, energetic, caring, lonesome, overly dramatic, emotional
Favorite Color: Green // Yellow //...

((I wrote this on dA recently, but felt like copying it. XD))

The milky pink-ness of the sky, along with the setting sun, was turning me a dark orange. My brown school case dangled at my side as I breathed a sigh of relief.
Another dag gone, I thought.

Suddenly, fingers sunk into my shoulders and swiftly turned me around and slammed my back against the side wall. I thought at first it was Akane, because God only knows what excuse she'd crafted to kick my butt today. To my surprise, it was the exact opposite.

"Hey, Sofie! Man, I thought I'd NEVER catch you!" his eyes laughed playfully.
"Hello, Ranma."...

SLOW DOWN THERE, KIDDOS.
Y'all are about to read something that's "not veilig for work".
This fanfiction may cause:

- tears from butt-hurt SebaCiel shippers
- induced vomiting from zero talent on behalf of author
- rants from fangirls who only like yaoi and hetero will never suffice

The reasoning behind this fanfiction is because I had a three-day long trip, and my friend and I had a fic-swap. She wrote something for me, and I wrote... this. I am so sorry.

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"—is it crowded?" my voice sliced through the otherwise silent room.
"Is what crowded, exactly?" the slender figure inquired, bending to reach...

facts:

1) I like to wear corsets.
I enjoy wearing corsets, because they make me look like less of a chubby person. And I feel all Middle-Agey.

2) I can't go a dag without coffee.
I have a bottle of iced coffee in the morning I take to school, and hot coffee in the evening when I relax in front of the computer. And sometimes meer hot coffee in the wee hours of the night, around 11 of 12.

3) I can only write about dark subjects.
Some of u may already know this. It's difficult for me to write something that doesn't express a morbid thought.

4) Everything reminds of Kuroshitsuji.
And when I say everything,...