.:Taeto:.Name: Taeto. You can call me tae, tea, tater, potato, or, just Taeto. You can also make your own nick name if you want, chances are, I wont mind.
Gender: I am indeed, a Female. Birth Date/Place: Why do you even need to know? Ah well, I'll tell you anyhow. I was born somewhere, at some time. (In other words, this part is a wip.) Creation Date/Place: Astron the 9 and 10 of 2013, or as normal folk would say, April 11 and 12, 2013, through english class, and math class, over a course of 180 minutes. (I follow a different calender, that of the shire, from LoTR.) Species/Type: I am a genetically modified Raccoon/Sugar Glider hybrid. Personality: As you may, or may not, be able to tell from the sign in my mouth, I so happen to be very morbid as some folk would say, and yes, I do believe that the end is near. The end of human civilization, to be exact. Not the entire world, no, we all have at least 3 years before that comes around. The end of humans will, of course, come sooner, being as they are DESTROYING the earth upon which we all live. Great idea guys. Anyway, back to what I was saying, I am very morbid. Indeed and indubitably. I am also stubborn and hard headed, very observant, as in, "over hearing" things, which DOES NOT count as "eves dropping"! Continuing now, Dreams: I have no dreams. Only Nightmares. I have WISHES though, perhaps that is what you meant? Okay then, my wishes are that Humans had better ideas. Likes: Flying. Indeed I can, I am part Sugar GLIDER after all, no? Anyways, I enjoy to do so. besides that, there comes FireFlies, Lord of The Rings (especially the nazgul. I LOVE the nazgul to NO END!), using caps lock for random reasons (as should be evident), Dislikes/Fears: Humans, Pollution, Non-Organic food, Humans again, Any created by Humans, except friskies wet food, Optimistic people (No, everything is NOT going to be okay! We will all die, and it will never work! Pfft, we maight as well try anyway. Despite the presence of CERTAIN DEATH!) Fangirls of anything, Organization, Technology, people who dislike LoTR (What? You said you dont like LoTR? You must be mistaken, because I CLEARLY heard you say "I should die now"). And, now for my fears. Cages. Needles. Toxic smelling fumes that leak from test tubes in pristine white labs. Relationship Status: Open...? Other Information: She wears a pair of pilot goggles, and an oddly crafted backpack, with two straps that tie around her neck like a scarf, if that makes any sense. The backpack is a leathery brown colour, and the straps fade from that to an orange colour. She usually has a small sign that she carries, saying various things, though it most often says "The End is Near!". |