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Scribble the Interdimensional Traveler, the Ability Copier, the Life Creator, the Sub-Dimension Maker, the everyday Scribe

If were giving sample then.... hmmmm.....

The in-breed being of darkness and light stood upon a small grassy hill with a cherry tree in early bloom. He looked upon the strange place he called home, Myth City. His pure white hair was played in a classic (to his home at least) super saiyan style. His eyes were deep purple and his ears played back like a elves. His face like that of Miroku (Google it, might be mispelled) but innocent. He wore no shirt, for reasons unknown, but it revealed a large slash across his stomach and a horrendous hole in his right shoulder. He wore pant at least though. Plain faded jeans.

"I am Psycrone."

I wish to join, the Writer's guild!