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my name is shawn,Im a philosopher, a fanatic, a lover, a fighter, a guardian, a friend, an enemy, and one who clings to the old ways. I am loyal to my friends to a fault and believe that violence can deffinitely be an answer. I am a fighter who wishes to find his limits and then surpass them. I am a thinker who has many times found himself deaf to the world that i contemplate. I am an artist who sees great beauty in many things. ____________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________ __________________________Tell me what you regard as your greatest strength, so I will know best how to undermine you. Tell me of your greatest fear, so I will know what I must force you to face. Tell me what you cherish most, so I will know what to take from you. And tell me what you crave, so that I might deny you.________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ___________________"A wolf gazed down upon a herd as he approached from over the mountains. It was instinct to kill but the wolf saw things other than the machinations of nature. He saw that their existance was low and that they were pitied. They served no purpose other than to feed him. He watched longer that they might prove him wrong. Surely they had life so surely they had purpose for having that life. He watched as they grazed and slept...he watched as they slept and then rose only to feed again. He watched this cycle, shaking his head. They were no better than the trees or water, he learned. He continued his way down to the heard and prepared to eat once again when he came upon a familiar looking sheep. It was no sheep but a wolf in sheep's fur. He watched to be sure but it did eat grass as sheep and it did bay like a sheep. "What," stammered the lone wolf as he approached the wolf among the sheep. "Are you not a wolf like me? Are we not brothers?" "What are you doing? Get away! I am a sheep." "But you are not white, you do not eat grass...you are a hunter of these animals as I am." "But I will not be accepted among them if they know what I am. Go away. I am happy." The lone wolf returned to his solitude after slaying and eating the sheep of that valley. Every sheep that bayed and ate grass."_____________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.-V ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________V: Voil?! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. he only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.__________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ And Thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odds ends stolen forth from holy writ and seem a sain,when most i play the devil.-V____________________________________________________ ____________________________Leap from the vine,falling so slow,like fragile tiny shells,drifting in the foam,little soilder boy,come marching home,brave little soilder boy,comes marching home-Iroh________________________________________Earth Bender: Surrender yourselves! It's five against two. You're clearly outnumbered. Uncle Iroh: That's true. But you are clearly outmatched. ____________________________________________________________ ___________________________Uncle Iroh: So this is how the great commander Zhao acts in defeat... disgraceful! Even in exile my nephew is more honorable then you. Thank you again for the tea. It was delicious. [They leave] Prince Zuko: Did you really mean what you said, Uncle? Uncle Iroh: Of course. I love Ginseng tea. Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?
TIGER EYES
You have Tiger Eyes (like my username, haha)!
Positive Traits: Determined, Passionate, Loyal, Strong, Courageous
Negative Traits: Aggressive, Ambitious, Domineering, Possessive, Vengeful
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