нαяυнι'ѕ ρяσfιℓє

нello тнere! ιт ιѕ very nιce тo мeeт yoυ. ι'м нarυнι ғυjιoĸa, нonor and ѕcнolarѕнιp ѕтυdenт oғ тнe elιтe oυran acadeмy, and a нoѕт aт none oтнer тнan тнe oυran нιgнѕcнool нoѕт clυв.

❝ι тнιик ιтѕ fυи тσ киσω тнє ρєяѕσи ℓιттℓє ву ℓιттℓє тняσυgн ℓσσкιиg αт тнєιя ρєяѕσиαℓιту.❞

❝вєѕι∂єѕ, ιт ∂σєѕи'т яєαℓℓу мαттєя, ∂σєѕ ιт? gυу, gιяℓ σя αρρєαяαиςє. ιт'ѕ ωнαт'ѕ σи тнє ιиѕι∂є тнαт ςσυитѕ, яιgнт?❞

❝α ρєяѕσи ςαи ςнαиgє αт тнє мσмєит ωнєи тнє ρєяѕσи ωιѕнєѕ тσ ςнαиgє.❞

Hi! Thank you for clicking on my profile. I am a descriptive writer/roleplayer, and I'm online often. I roleplay and write in third person mostly. Here's an example:

The anxious honor student walked swiftly through the grand hall of the elite school, Ouran Academy. Few students wandered the halls, chatting or preparing to leave for the day. A group of girls watched Haruhi pass by them, giggling to themselves as they did so. The newest host simply ignored their indecency, as that was common among the students to take such actions. Rumors about Haruhi's true gender were floating around the school, and she became more and more anxious as the days passed. She knew she had to get to Music Room #3 as soon as possible. As it was she was already late for the club meeting because she had to meet with Tamaki's father to discuss important matters on her scholarship. Haruhi nibbled on her bottom lip as she sped through the hall and up the stairs, all worn out by the time she reached the doors to the Music Room. Like deja-vu, she recalled her first encounter with the host club, and instantly smiled. Even though she was forced into this, she grew to love it. She opened the doors without hesitation, revealing none other than the group themselves.

"Welcome!"

They announced happily at first, but then realized it was only Haruhi.

"Sorry I'm late. We must discuss something.."

Thats how I write. If you have any questions, just ask! I try my best to be active, and I sure hope you'll enjoy my work!