Damn, I can't tell what the hell is going on. In what country do you people live? I just wish I were never in such a hurry, I might be able to post better, you know.

Valius
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I guess my problems all began when I left my home in New York, away from my friends. Japan was totally new to me, and I wasn't familiar with the language and people. My social life had gone down hill ever since. I suppose her reaction was understandable, the whole situation just sounds like something out of a show or comic. I wonder if...naaah!

"She has a point," I told myself, a common thing for me. I don't know where that began, "I mean how often does a guy go into a girl's dormitory thinking it's a hotel. This has got to be a first outside of a sit-com." I began strolling around a random hall, just trying to gain my bearings.

"On the otherhand, she claims to be understanding. I could believe that day one. My mimicry was just poking fun, but to find her chasing a kid INTO a pool or whatever it was, I'll have to look into that, and with her is a girl with a sword. That does not give them a good image to the poor shmoe being chased, and THAT'S my problem with the whole thing. I hope I'm not the next guy to run into a half-naked girl. I don't need that on top of my other problems." I looked at my hair at this remark. All my life after the incident that caused it, someone would ask what the hell I did with it. It's not my fault it goes out in spikes, and it's not my fault once every two weeks it rearranges into some other God awful position. I headed downstairs toward the room I chose for myself, nearest to both the dining room and the exit, or as close as possible to both.

I changed into a different set of attire. Probably because I didn't plan to leave the room, I decided to settle for a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and put on a black cape for the hell of things. I decided to look in the mirror, and just realized my hair made for a nice set of jagged horns. Verses sprung into mind.

"To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven."

I tried to alter my voice to sound more hateful and masculine than my own. I frowned at the result. It's not that it was particularly bad, but it just didn't sound right to me.

"Alright, Valius, you can do better," I told myself, trying to get a better look in the mirror and a better idea of the character, "Either hateful doesn't work, or the outfit doesn't match. How could you best characterize the lost Archangel?"

Maybe I wasn't that good with people, but at least I was serious in my craft.
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Just a look into what Valius does.