Author has written 30 stories for Action, Fantasy, Supernatural, General, Sci-Fi, Essay, and Romance.
Name: Black Trinity (Outside here people know me as DK)
Age: 18 (Legal now, mofos)
Weight: Around a solid 70 kg. Dunno if that matters.
Favorite music brand: If it gives me goosebumps, makes me nod along, or sing along, or dance along, or whatever. Tis my jam. If have to name one particular brand that gives me the feels, the Tobu series. Running Away in particular, cause it has something that resembles singing.
Race: Asian (Korean, if that means anything)
Occupation: Highschool student, getting ready for college
Location: All the way in Vietnam. If you wanna sweat buckets in Winter, come right over! We have monsoons for six months straight, and the moon's especially clear on the right kind of day!
Simple Reader Note: I have a habit of remodeling a character to fit a story's theme. It's mostly because I want to experiment what fits the character. So far, my record sits at one character, with at least 6 to one guy. I have a 3,000 word character sheet on this guy as I continue to model him and reshape him. He's my first and probably the most biased character, so please forgive me if he's too powerful.
Never think he's a Gary. He's just... him.
P.S, I am always open to reviews and helpful criticisms. It is a given fact we are all born flawed, but that doesn't mean we can't chase the dream we perceive as perfection, can we? And it's certainly not a solo journey. I did say I was always open, didn't I? (Kudos to those who got the hint, bonus points if it's a girl).
Just a meaningless reptition here, but to grow, we must learn.
The DKible: I am not the most... stable person to be around with. I have random mood swings that range from do-goodey happy to grim seriousness. I switch tones in a heartbeat, and I come up with the most weirdest and cringing puns from time to time. Problem is, I don't notice that. I either break the tension with all the bluntness of a wrecking ball or I make things more awkward than showing up to some friend's 18th birthday party with 6 male strippers. And a box of bottled water.
Sigh* See what I'm talkin bout?
I also consider myself a partially insane person, as I cannot accept the fact that the world will not end. Everything ends, even Death.
Before, I just wrote stuff on this profile to impress people or to show an image. Now I write to entertain you guys if my stories don't (And for Lord's sake, if you find something unsatisfactory with my stuff, why do you not just tap a few letters and brighten up both our days? JUST DO IT!!!!!)
I do wish I had something awesome to let you guys know me better, but all I have right now is Facebook. I do plan on doing some Twitch for the Watch, but that's a possibility. I'll just use my newly published book to let ya'll know who I am.
Personal Hero: Me.
Not because I have some huge ego. Not because of some self-absorbed pride. Not a head of hot air. I went through hell and back aging up to 18, and I am goddamned proud of myself for getting this far. All that's left is turning the whole f*&king world upside down, and leaving behind a legacy everybody will remember to the 13th generation.
Okay... maybe it's a little bit of ego.
I cannot, for the life of me, remember what the fuck inspired me to begin writing in this website when I first signed up in 20-something. I think it had something to do with JUMPANDSHOOTMAN (Or whatever he's called now, guy changes nicknames faster than my mood swings) posting up a character sheet. Now I think I mostly abandoned this profile because my life was so clogged up. It will continue to be in the future, but I think I can come back to polish stuff up.
I am posting all of my written stories in my old files here, so someone can read them. It's all repetitive, like, same character different setting sorta thing. If you're turned off, don't blame you. If you're interested, you've already read the up notes. Use em, and mind em. Please.
Do not think you are the only weird dude in the world. At the same time, believe you are one of a kind. Seven billion people in the world, and what are the chances of you meeting someone like you?
...Coin toss I guess.
Everytime I meet a new person, I determine how to make them laugh, or kill them without leaving evidence. People call this schizophrenia. I simply call it a remnant from my troubled mental mind.
Rules of Literature Engagement (I break these at my own peril)
1. Punctuation and Grammer. This is what happens when you screw one of these up.
"Helping your uncle Jack off a horse."
"Helping your Uncle jack off a horse."
If you're under 18, DO NOT ask. Please. I endured nuff'o that shit when my brother asked...
2. Listen to the people. They can and will know something you don't. Keep an eye out for em (Cause ya know, ya can't hear em...). If it's just flamers, ignore em. They're just a bunch of lazy, attention-deprived jackers.
3. Knowledge. You gotta know what you're writing about. Basic stuff really. Of course, there are some people who make it up as they go and it succeeds for some reason (Transcend from Benihime, lookin at you-Said it yourself in the AU)
These are my laws when I write, and I am bound to break the 3rd law from time to time. And the first two when I'm not myself. And all three when I'm dead.
Quotes. From my characters and those from fiction and RL people
"I've lived a long time, longer than I'd like. Not gonna tell. Feel free to guess.
"I'm the kind of guy who takes the words 'unique' and 'strange' both ways." Attributed to me, when I introduce myself personally to people, face-to-face.
"There's a fine line between normal and insanity. A line I practice tightrope on everyday." Attributed to me, again, inner monologue.
Ctrl CV'ed this right off the fanfiction writer Kenchi618's profile. Funny as hell. Kudos to the bastard for findin this piece of work.
The Situation in Hell
The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I go out with you", and take into account the fact that I went out with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.
The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct . . . leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A."
I'm just ratting off here.
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