Jennifer "She-Hulk" Walters
May 6, 2013 13:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Jennifer "She-Hulk" Walters on May 6, 2013 13:18:43 GMT -5
Jennifer Rose Walters
[/font][/size][/color]{let’s slip away, find our own country}
.....................................................................
Full Name: Jennifer Rose Walters
Code Name: She-Hulk
Age: Twenty-eight
Date of Birth: January 6th
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human/Super-human
Alliance: Avengers
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Canon
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Jennifer was born with a full head of dark hair, one of the many traits she inherited from her beautiful mother. As she grew older it seemed to take out a life of its own. Her hair is naturally very wavy though she styles it either straight or in curls depending on the amount of time she devotes to getting ready each morning. When in She-Hulk form her hair changes to an emerald green color.
Eyes: In her human form, Jen’s eyes are a very plain shade of brown hidden behind thick, dark eyelashes. When she transforms into She-Hulk, though, they change to a piercing shade of green.
Height: Human: 5’6”; She-Hulk: 6’10”
Weight: Human: 130 lbs; She-Hulk: 700 lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Jennifer’s ears are pierced once on each lobe. She also has a few scars from her jaunts as She-Hulk, most of which have healed up nicely and are easily covered. Of the scars, the most distinctive is the one from the gun shot wound that nearly killed her. It is located on her upper left chest just a few inches from her heart.
Appearance: Jen was the ugly duckling until late in college but her confidence was the last thing she grew into. She’s of roughly average height and weight with soft but dark features. She has always been quite active which results in her toned figure. Jen dresses the part of a lawyer and is rarely seen to be “dressed down”. She has a fondness for business casual attire but is often known to pair her jeans with a blazer and pair of heels. Since becoming She-Hulk, Jen has found a new sense of confidence and she wears it as her favorite accessory.
Face Claim: Gemma Arterton
"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”
I don’t even like the ones I have”
Likes: Law, control, whiskey, the French language, adrenaline, justice, the Avengers, her Hulk form, poetry, fast cars, her Aunt Clarice, and her cousin, Bruce Banner.
Dislikes: Crime, guns, propaganda, rain, traffic, bugs, dating, beer, fire, rap music, children, men who look down on women, being told ‘no’.
Personality: She’s a strong, fearless lawyer in the courtroom but her heart isn’t quite as cold as some of the papers make her out to be. She is willing to fight tooth and nail for justice but she’s often quite distant when it comes to getting her own life in check. Emotions have never really appealed to Jen and she’s done a good job of keeping them swept under the rug since her parents died so many years ago. It’s not the money that allured Jennifer into law; rather, it’s the idea of justice that her parents taught her that keeps her fighting for humans and mutants alike. She’s stubborn and relentless when it comes to getting her way and she simply doesn’t take no for an answer.
Unlike her cousin, Bruce Banner, Jen is able to maintain her intelligence and judgment in her Hulk form. That being said, Jen views She-Hulk much differently than Bruce views Hulk. Jen often faces moral conflicts between her job as an attorney and her duty as She-Hulk but she’s beginning to realize that the law isn’t always on her side. Her life revolves around seeking justice for those who deserve it and everything else seems to take the back seat. She’s selfless in that sense. But Jen has a hard time getting close to people for fear of losing them. She’s on the fence about letting the world know about She-Hulk but, then again, it’s not like she has many people that she could lose if they were to find about about her other green half. Jen’s incredibly confident with her own intelligence and abilities; however, she’s beginning to think she’s less human than she is She-Hulk.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: Jen is incredibly intelligent, charismatic, and quick thinking. She has all the makings of a great lawyer but it’s her abilities outside the courtroom that stand out. Thanks to a life-saving blood transfusion from her cousin, Bruce Banner, she has a Hulk form that is triggered by extreme emotions such as anger. However, unlike Bruce, Jen has been able to gain control of her transformations. She can switch between forms at will and is able to retain her human intelligence and cognition while in Hulk form.
In her She-Hulk form, Jen stands just under seven feet tall with muscles rippling under emerald green skin. Her hair and eyes also turn from their natural brown to different shades of green depending on her level of rage. It’s that rage that dictates her strength. In essence, the angrier She-Hulk is, the more power she has behind her punch. Along with strength, She-Hulk also possesses superhuman speed, stamina, durability, and agility. She has been trained in hand-to-hand combat, the use of weapons, and battle tactics and warfare. Her weaknesses include the very thing that made her: radiation. Exposure to high doses of radiation can inhibit her ability to transform between forms or hinder her strengths and abilities. Furthermore, since she is able to retain her human intelligence in She-Hulk form, Jen finds that her vigilante and lawyer lifestyles and views often contradict each other.
Weapons N/A
Strengths/Abilities: Superhuman strength, agility, and durability.
Weaknesses: Radiation, toxins, and other gases.
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History: She’s born in the early hours of a cold January day as the first snowfall in three years terrorizes the city. Although it’s just an hour or two of light flurries, Southern California is in upheaval and it’s certainly no coincidence. Jennifer Rose is brought into the world by a couple who has vowed to clean up their little corner of the world. But crime rates in Los Angeles are soaring and local officials are doing little to prevent them. The Walters child doesn’t come at the most opportune time possible but the couple will do anything to make their new family work. Morris has just been elected sheriff of the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department and Elaine has recently been elected to the City Council. The past year has been full of hard work but she is the ultimate reward. She’s born with a head full of thick black hair and the cutest little button nose. The nurses quickly wrap her in a pink blanket and she’s coddled by her mother until her piercing screams turn to soft whimpers and her soft whimpers to light breathing. Morris leaves the maternity ward for his first cup of coffee since his wife went into labor eighteen hours prior a new man. Though he loves his job, he’s not sure that he ever wants to don that kevlar vest again. The K-frame .38 Smith and Wesson rests quietly in the holster on his hip but he knows the damage it could bring, the heartbreak it could cause his family. Morris pours the steaming liquid into a styrofoam cup as his mind runs rampant. He doesn’t want to drive the cruiser down Sunset Boulevard anymore. He doesn’t want to pioneer the city’s mission to end the gang wars that are only beginning to tear his beautiful city a new asshole. Instead, he wants to do everything in his power to make sure his little girl is never hurt or scared. Morris Walters, the man born to protect and serve, suddenly wishes that he would have had a son.
Life was never very simple for the Walters’. Morris was just beginning his first term as the sheriff of Los Angeles County and had a lot of expectations to meet. Elaine took a leave of absence from her teaching position at the University of California, Los Angeles to spend the first year of her daughter’s life at home. However, she still had obligations with the City Council that kept her more than busy. The family lived comfortably in a San Pedro neighborhood that had kept it’s name out of the news headlines for quite a while. Morris and Elaine had come to an agreement: they would relocate at the first sign of trouble. They were a fairly average middle-class family but when Elaine had to return to work, they sought the help of a nanny. Joselita was a kind woman in her late-fifties that had never had any children of her own. She had been referred to Elaine by a coworker at the university and jumped at the opportunity to take care of Little Jenny. The two got along swimmingly for two years before Morris began to suspect Joselita of theft. It started with small bills left on the kitchen counter which he had dismissed as forgetfulness. But when Elaine couldn’t find the diamond earrings Morris had bought her as an anniversary gift, he lost it. Whether it was the stress work had been piling on him or his distrustful nature, Morris fired Joselita on the spot and promised that charges would be filed. Though he never followed through with the investigation, he did take another course of action.
Within the month he had placed their home on the market and set off in search of a safer neighborhood. Elaine protested the move, not yet wanting to leave the home they had started their family in but Morris’ mind could not be changed. Not six months after the incident with Joselita, the Walters’ settled in their new home in Westwood just a short drive from UCLA. The home was undoubtedly beautiful but certainly above their means of living. Jen began school at Westwood Elementary and immediately stood out from the rest of her peers. Teachers often sent home notes pinned to her backpack praising her efforts in class and suggesting more challenging material to study at home. While the rest of the students in her first grade class were still learning penmanship and proper grammar, Jen was writing short stories which would hang on the fridge for many years. Each day at three in the afternoon she would run out the front doors of Westwood Elementary and into her mother’s arms. They would spend the short car ride home talking about what pretty pictures Jen had drawn in class that day, or how many times she answered a question right. But one day her mother wasn’t there. It was first grade and Jen had just returned to school from Christmas break. One of her teachers escorted her outside and as soon as the cool January air touched her cheeks Jen knew that her mom wasn’t there. A police car waited among the minivans in the school parking lot but it wasn’t her father standing beside it.
”Hi, Jenny. My name is Carl and I’m your mommy and daddy’s friend. They’re both really busy today so they asked me to come get you from school. Want to sit in the front seat?” Jenny examined the police officer’s face as he crouched down to her level. He was unfamiliar but quite convincing, though it might have just been the encouragement of her teacher’s hand on her shoulder. After taking a glance back at her teacher for reassurance Jenny nodded and took the officer’s hand.
What followed the car ride was very difficult for Jen to understand at the young age of six. She watched her father, her hero, cry for the very first time as she asked over and over again, ”where’s Mommy?” After all the police officers left their home, Morris explained to his daughter that her mother had gotten sick very fast and went to heaven with the angels. Jen wouldn’t understand death for quite a few years, nor would she learn what really happened to her mother until she was a teenager.
WALTERS DEATH SUSPICIOUS, INVESTIGATION PENDING
JANUARY 11, 1982
Los Angeles police are investigating the death of City Councilwoman Elaine Walters. Police were called to a car accident around 6:45 a.m. on Monday morning on Angeles Crest Highway. The 1980 Cadillac Seville had crashed through the highway barrier and careened down the mountain at milemarker LA 49.90. Walters, also a professor of psychology at UCLA, was pronounced dead at the scene.
Police are seeking witnesses that may have been traveling on the highway at the time of the accident. According to her husband, Sheriff Morris Walters of Los Angeles County, Elaine had no reason to be on the highway at that time as her first class at UCLA began at 8 a.m. Evidence at the scene suggests foul play but details have not been released. Due to bias and the nature of the accident, the case has been handed to the LAPD Homicide Division.
- - - - - -
Life was much different after her mother’s death, to say the least. Morris’ relationship with his daughter changed drastically to the point that there hardly was one. He had no idea how to raise a child on his own, let alone to do so while in such a high position of authority. His responsibility was to keep the people of Los Angeles safe, all three million of them, and his job didn’t stop when he walked through the front door of his Westwood home. Everything was a reminder of what he had done wrong. Their relocation to the large home was one that his late wife had not approved of. Hell, even the colors of the walls had been his idea - and now he hated them. He couldn’t even look his daughter in the eyes without seeing his wife. Morris was never allowed to take on his wife’s case but he had taken to bribery and blackmail in order to obtain information the LAPD tried so desperately to hide from him. He was up for his third re-election and needed something to help him kept the seat. Morris upped the ante on the fight against gang wars in Los Angeles to keep him busy both at work and at home. Though he didn’t want another Joselita in the house, he had to hire help to take care of Jen. He was so close to making a break in Elaine’s case that he had devoted all of his time to digging up whatever it was that she had gotten into. And he eventually did.
On April 18th, 1984, Morris Walters found the man that was responsible for his wife’s death. Nicholas Trask was no stranger. He and Morris had crossed paths several times during Morris’ eight years as Sheriff. Trask was the leader of a criminal organization that the LAPD had very little information about but he was a wanted man and that was enough for Morris. Their conversation didn’t last long but Trask admitted to putting in the order to kill Elaine. His motive: to get to Sheriff Morris Walters himself. Morris left the dingy Los Angeles nightclub that doubled as Trask’s headquarters around dinnertime but never made it home to Jen that night. His body was found four days later in a dumpster behind a warehouse in Skid Row; his head wasn’t found for another two weeks when it showed up on the steps of the LAPD.
Jen Walters was eight years old when she became an orphan and a local celebrity. She had always been a quiet child but the death of her father left serious scars. A psychiatrist diagnosed her with Child Traumatic Stress and recommended she move to Dayton, Ohio to live with her closest relative, her maternal aunt, Clarice Drake. Jen left Los Angeles after finishing school that year and began her new life half way across the country. She had difficulty adapting to her new surroundings despite her aunt’s attempts to make her feel at home. Things were even worse at her new school. The other girls bullied her, poking fun at her thick-framed glasses and tendency to withdraw from social situations. Jen never made eye contact with them, never spoke a word when they pointed and giggled. She ate her lunch alone while the other children shared their snacks and played basketball in the yard at recess. No one but the teachers knew Little Jenny’s story and even they didn’t quite know how to deal with the shattered child.
Perhaps the worst symptom of her trauma were the nightmares that plagued her at night. She often woke up shaking and crying, only to find herself unable to fall back asleep. Clarice did all she could to get Jen the professional help she needed but there wasn’t much improvement being made. Jen did exceptionally well in class aside from her antisocial personality, held very typical conversations with those in authority, and continued her therapy as prescribed. The young girl wasn’t afraid of what could be under her bed or hiding in the closet. She didn’t believe in the ghosts or monsters the other children spoke about in school. Jen’s nightmares were much more surreal. She saw the faces of her parents and watched them die over and over again each night. The nightmares didn’t stop until her cousin, Bruce Banner, joined her new family. She didn’t understand much of what had happened to Uncle Brian and Aunt Rebecca but she knew they were gone, just like her own parents. They were six years apart in age but dealing with very similar trauma. It didn’t happen overnight but the two children became very close. Jen slowly came out of the shell she had built around her and, by the time she entered high school, was as ‘normal’ as she would ever become.
The summer before her senior year of high school was a difficult one. She and Bruce had formed an extremely close bond so when he moved away to attend graduate school in California, Jen was heartbroken. Though she had grown into a fine young lady, she had never made much progress socially. Jen found it rewarding to avoid the social scene of high school students in Dayton and preferred to spend her time focused on her studies. She worked an after school job at the local mall doing retail in order to help her aunt pay the bills. Clarice never actually used the money Jen handed her each week but instead saved it along with the rest of the inheritance Jen was left by her parents. Her determination and hard work paid off in the form of an acceptance letter from her first choice college - University of Southern California. Jen knew by October of her senior year that she would be going home to Los Angeles and had a list of things to do once she got there. There were so many unanswered questions that remained from her childhood. What really happened to her mother? What kind of man was her father? Who were these criminals that he had put away? She wasn’t sure what she would find out in California but she needed to answers.
By the time her eighteenth birthday rolled around Jen had really grown up. She was no longer the meek and mousy little girl without a voice but instead an independent, strong-willed young woman with a good head on her shoulders. Seemingly overnight Jen grew from ugly duckling to beautiful swan and everyone seemed to take notice but her. She opened up, if only slightly, just months before leaving for the west coast. With USC so close within her grasp and ten years of being invisible behind her, she was ready to move on and become someone new. But Los Angeles never forgot who Jen Walters was.
Within her first semester she received dozens of phone calls from different news stations, papers, and magazines that wanted to interview her. They wanted to know what she was doing with her life, how her parents’ deaths affected her, and if she would be picking up the family business of civil service. When she didn’t respond to phone calls or emails, the reporters began waiting for her outside of class or at the cafe she got her morning coffee each day. It was exhausting. She had to stare her gloomy past in the face each and every day when she had gone so long just forgetting any of it had ever happened. Jen kept busy though. For the first time in her life she found that she could relate to her peers and made friends. She became a social butterfly and involved herself with many on campus activity groups. By the end of her undergraduate career at USC, Jen Walters was a name heard often around campus.
The media whirlwind finally died down as Jen was beginning to apply to law schools. She wasn’t sure where she wanted to go or what she could afford but the offers kept rolling in. Jen was a prime candidate for law school after finishing her undergraduate career with a 4.0, outstanding resume, and exceptional letters of reference. She received a phone call from the Dean of Admissions at UCLA School of Law with an offer she simply couldn’t refuse. She was being honored as the recipient of the UCLA Alumni Association Scholarship which granted her full tuition for the duration of her law studies. The dean explained on the phone that the scholarship was being given to her in honor of her mother and Jen accepted the offer before she even hung up the phone. It was within the few minutes of that phone call that Jen cried for the first time since she was a little girl and somehow, someway she knew that her mother was looking down on her.
It was a long road but Jen had finally achieved her goal. The test results were in and she had passed - she was officially a lawyer. She had been accepted to study for her Masters of Law at Harvard at the start of the next year and had just a few months left in Los Angeles. Everything was perfect. A group of close friends from UCLA had planned a surprise party in celebration of Jen’s wonderful news with hopes of attendance from a very special guest of honor. They had tried relentlessly to track Bruce Banner down but had found several return addresses from letters and parcels inside Jen’s home. Jen, oblivious to her friends’ plan, fought to get the key into the door of her apartment as she fumbled a stack of folders in one hand and her cell phone in the other. When she opened the door and found thirty of her closest friends, she let out a scream and dropped everything before laughing and joining the party. It was a wonderful night of drinking and laughter, storytelling and good wishes for the future but one thing was missing. Her friends didn’t explain to her their efforts in finding Bruce so as not to upset her. That’s why when the doorbell rang after all the guests had left, Jen was perplexed as to who it could possibly be. Her heart sank when she looked through the peephole.
She flung the door open and jumped into her cousin’s arms. They hadn’t had much contact since Bruce was placed on the government’s most wanted list and Jen understood why. She didn’t know the situation or what he could have possibly done but she knew he would explain to her in due time. And so he did. Jen and Bruce sat on the couch and talked until the sun came up. They shared everything with each other - everything but Bruce’s secret. He couldn’t give her too many details about his work but Jen nodded without pestering him. After a few hours of sleep the two headed down to the Strip for an early breakfast. And that morning everything changed.
”You look ridiculous with a beard, Bruce.” Jen laughed as she linked her arm within his on the crosswalk as they awaited the red light. She, too, had donned a baseball cap and large sunglasses though her accessories were to disguise evidence of a hangover. As the light turned red Bruce took his first step into the street with his younger cousin in tow.
They weren’t but a few feet across the boulevard when a black SUV came screeching around the corner. A few pedestrians screamed and jumped out of the car’s way in order to avoid being hit. Just as the car grazed past Jen, the back window rolled down and a masked man held a gun at arm’s length with the barrel pointed directly at Jen’s chest. The world froze. The screams from the dozens of pedestrians, the squealing brakes of nearby cars, and the loud music from storefronts were drowned out by her own racing heart. She was stopped dead in her tracks, paralyzed by fear that stopped her from breathing, from thinking.
”Say hello to your parents for me.”
The single gunshot echoed through the streets as Jen’s body fell limp in the crosswalk. Crimson blood poured out around her as people went running in every direction. Faces pressed against the glass windows of stores as customers tried to get a glimpse of the action. The bullet had lodged in her chest, just inches from her heart, and pumped the blood out at an alarming rate. She should have died right there in the middle of the street with everyone watching. In a sense, she did. At least Jen Walters as the world knew her died that day.
When she awoke a few hours later she assumed she was dead. Her eyes opened and she glanced around the room in a haze. The dingy apartment with the stained walls and torn curtains couldn’t have been the heaven she had been taught about. She moved to sit up and when she did a searing pain came over every inch of her body. She thrashed about in the bed before she could realize she had been strapped down by the wrists and ankles. Panic set in as she emitted the most ungodly screams. Something was inside her. The pain was unbearable and before she could let out another agonizing groan the world faded to black.
She would awake again days later to find Bruce standing above her. The restraints were still cuffed around her limbs and she was hooked up to machinery that seemed oddly out of place for the run-down apartment. Her body ached as if every muscle had been stretched and pulled until it could no longer move. But the worst part was the pounding in her head. She squinted as her gaze fell upon the needle in her arm and she tried to remember what the hell got her into this mess.
”B-bruce. What? Where?” She started to attempt to shake herself free before Bruce placed his hand on her shoulder.
”Please, Jen, don’t move. It’ll only make it worse. I’m so sorry...I didn’t know what else to do. You would have died. God, I’m so sorry...”
And, like that, Jen Walters became She-Hulk.
Bruce had saved Jen’s life with a blood transfusion in an abandoned apartment just blocks away from the scene of the crime. In doing so, he infected her with the same gamma radiation that had destroyed every single human cell in his body. Now Jen was just like him - a monster. When she had recovered from the initial event the two made their way to Honduras to hide out. They would travel mostly at night in their Hulk forms, tearing through the most isolated areas they could find in order to remain unseen. For the first few months Jen would transform without control and her body would go through the same agonizing pain it did when she was first infected. She was savage at first but learned to retain her human intelligence and control while in Hulk form, something that Bruce still had his issues with. Within a year Jen had moved back to the States and assumed her normal life. She went off to finish school at Harvard while tackling high profile cases in the courtroom and trying to gain control over She-Hulk. With her new form came a new sense of confidence and assertiveness. She took to cleaning up the streets of Boston until she crossed paths with several over vigilantes. When Jen found that she wasn’t the only one fighting crime in New England, she decided it was time for a move.
New York City promised Jen Walters work as an attorney as well as bad guys to pulverize during the night. She began working for S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent though that was a short lived career. Once she had gotten settled in New York she began working for the Superhuman Law division of Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzburg and Holliway, the most prestigious law firm on the East Coast. She found trouble in the fact that her views tended to differ greatly depending on which form she was in. GLKH required her to put those views aside and work without bias. Jen had taken a break from her crime fighting days when Nicholas Trask, the man who murdered her parents, popped back up on the map. There was no doubt in her mind that he was responsible for her attempted murder and, subsequently, her new persona. She built a case, delivered it to the LAPD, and fought tooth and nail to put the crime boss behind bars. Before he could be sentenced, though, all hell broke loose. The LAPD had to focus on keeping their city and the rising crime safe and Jen had to return to New York for business.
When she got back to the office she received the news that GLKH was getting rid of their Superhuman Law division. The world didn’t want superheroes running around their cities taking care of criminals anymore. Jen pleaded with GLKH to keep the division open but they refused. And like that, Jen watched the world crumble around her as superheroes began to sink back into the shadows they came from. She was relocated to a different position within the company and vowed not to transform into She-Hulk ever again. But the city is growing darker by the minute and Jen fears that the law cannot keep the world from falling under the weight of the lingering darkness. As criminals walk free each and every day, Jen devotes her time to helping the Avengers any way she can. She’s facing a moral dilemma in which the lawyer and hero inside of her are at a constant struggle for power but Jen knows she has to do what’s right. It’s all she has, after all.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
Getting in touch with Bruce Banner was never easy. There had been a time when Jen chalked it up to his studies keeping him busy but that time had long since passed. Once he had been declared a criminal of the State she stopped trying to contact him and awaited his rare, cryptic messages. She never knew where he was or what he was doing. The purpose of the occasional letters was simply to let her know that he was alive. How thoughtful. Now, though, the two lived in the same city and even worked together, if one could call it that, but she still found it incredibly difficult to force him to dinner. She and Bruce had grown up together and were the only family each other had left but she couldn’t shake the feeling that her cousin and best friend was turning into a stranger. Even if Bruce had owned a phone she was sure he would hit the ignore button as soon as her name danced across the screen.
Thank God for Betty.
She had coerced Betty Ross into setting Bruce up on a dinner date with her at Stark Tower for that evening. It wasn’t often that Jen had an entire evening open and she wanted to take advantage of it. Otherwise she would make a pot of coffee and sit at her home office reading over cases until the midnight infomercials forced her into bed. It had become a nightly routine for the young woman. When she wasn’t making an appearance at work-related events or wrapping her head around the Avengers initiative, Jen’s life was monotonous and dull. Since her divorce had been finalized she had retreated back into the shell of Jennifer Walters before She-Hulk. It had been quite some time since she had last transformed into her other half - at least a few months - and it would be an outright lie if she said she didn’t miss it.
Jen sat alone at a table for two off to the side of the restaurant. A glass of wine sat untouched before her and her attention was focused on her smart phone as she typed out an email for a client. It served as motivation: no play until work is done. She would have finished it, too, if Bruce hadn’t slid into the chair across from her. She grinned upon seeing him. If he hadn’t sat down already she would have hugged him too tightly for too long. ”Hi, yourself!” Jen shoved her phone back into her purse before returning her attention to him. ”Can’t pick up a phone and call your cousin, huh? You have to make me go through Betty.” She tried to frown but it quickly turned to a smile and, before she knew it, she let out a laugh. ”Boy, is it good to see you.”"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: KL
Timezone: GMT
Template created by chainedANGEL of CAUTION! 2.0. Please leave the credits intact and do not rip and claim as your own.