>Location: Roanoke.
>
>Senshi: Cassiopeia Kamen, Astra Senshi of Monarchy
>Side Note: I didn't see Cassiopeia on the list of stars/constellations, 
>but then, I also didn't see it on the Characters or accepted on the Results 
>list.
>
>Name: Jeremy Reine Williams
>
>Meaning: When I first drew a picture, he just looked like a Jeremy to me. 
>However, I later looked up the actual meaning of Jeremy, and it was creepy, 
>because it meant 'appointed by God', which goes with my Divine Right Ruler 
>theme. Reine is the French word for Queen, and is also in honour of Raine, 
>the lead singer of Our Lady Peace (albeit, spelled differently). Williams 
>is the last name of an old Welsh lady that I know, and when I think Wales I 
>think Prince of Wales. :) If you say it out loud, I think that Jeremy 
>Reine sounds very nice together. The Williams kind of snubs up the end.
>
>Age: 17. All of the grad dresses in stores are getting to me.
>
>Birthdate: August 4. I originally wanted it to be April 1, in rememberance 
>of the Queen Mum's death, but since Thalia has claim on it already, I 
>settled for her birthday. (The Queen Mum's, not Thalia's) Not that I'm 
>bitter or anything. XD
>
>Astrological Sign: Leo. Jeremy is extroverted as Leo is usually made out 
>to be, but he is as vain as a vain peacock. It says right here in my 
>little thing "Leos are the monarchs among humans." So I guess the birthday 
>thing worked out after all. :D Leos are usually extroverted and 
>courageous, strong, decisive. Jeremy is extroverted, but he is very 
>wishy-washy and won't make any decisions quickly, especially on things of 
>which he doesn't already have a clear opinion. (which is why he stinks at 
>essays). He's good at ad-libbing, though. Oh wait, this stuff belongs in 
>personality. Okay, some Leo traits that _do_ pertain to Jeremy are... 
>"vain, dogmatic," (I had to look that one up) "creative, enthusiastic," 
>(maybe _too_ enthusiastic about some things) "fidelity, passion for luxury" 
>(mostly in clothing) "musician." He is also "not a good judge of 
>character." He is very attracted to girls, but is not inclined to act on 
>infatuations. He is also prone to fevers when he gets sick. Leo is 
>associated with the tarot cards Queen (nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more) 
>of Wands and the Emperor. Wow I am having so much fun.
>
>Blood Type: AB. These people tend to have an external and an internal 
>personality, be very loose with others, yet strict with themselves.
>
>Family:
>Mother: Mab Williams, 47, Hairdresser: Her real name is Margaret. The 
>origins of Mab are unknown, she's been called that ever since she can 
>remember. (In truth, I chose it after some wierd monologue that Mercutio 
>had in Romeo and Juliet about a faerie queen named Queen Mab). As a 
>hairdresser, she always has available news about everybody. She loves to 
>talk, and won't shut up. She doesn't understand subtle hints, or blatant 
>rudeness. She'll talk until she's done talking. She doesn't nag and lets 
>cleaning go lax until Saturday, when she suddenly transforms into an evil 
>tidy witch. She used to have early curfews set for Jeremy, but since 11th 
>grade has let him stay out later. She divorced Jeremy's father a few weeks 
>before Jeremy was born. She and her ex are distant, and by no means 
>friends, but have remained civil.
>Father: Freddie Taylor, 49, Car Dealership Owner: (This time the name was 
>chosen from two members of the band Queen, Freddie Mercury and Roger 
>Taylor. Yuk yuk yuk.) Freddie doesn't take part in the raising of Jeremy, 
>and occasionally visits during summers, or has Jeremy go over there. He 
>and Jeremy communicate via post, but Freddie knows that Jeremy is his son 
>biologically only, and their letters never go deeper than movies, music and 
>sports. Jeremy also has a half sister named Antoinette (as in... Marie? 
>Yuk yuk yuk yuk...) of Freddie's second wife Catherine (another queen...) 
>from Quebec.
>
>School: Salem High School, Grade 12... I mean 12th Grade.
>
>Likes: Expensive new clothes (gotta look good), tuques (to hide his hair), 
>old seventies music on the original LPs (no sissy CD player), Queen (the 
>band, not the queen), Led Zepplin (the band, not the zepplin), The Eagles 
>(the band, not the eagles), Macbeth (especially the movie with the naked 
>witches), public speaking, soap operas (specifically Days of our Lives), 
>taping things to walls, the cartoon Darkwing Duck, the stickers that come 
>off fruit
>
>Dislikes: DJing for dumb school dances where everyone always requests the 
>same dumb songs, listening to his mom talk about Mrs. Smith's latest 
>affair, his hair because no amount of expensive salon products will ever 
>make it look good, believe me, he's tried, Vidal Sassoon because he lied to 
>him about that fancy European mousse, Linkin Park, why does everybody 
>friggin like them anyway? they suck, dumb commercials supposed to play on 
>your emotions but really don't, Elijah Wood, Survivor.
>
>Fav. Food: Almond Chicken with Vegetables (available only at Auntie Jane's 
>Chinese Food Restaurant)
>
>Hated Food: Mushrooms (they're a fungus, how can you eat _fungus_?) and 
>mashed potatoes (they make him barf)
>
>Fav. Subject: Band (plays bass and doublebass) and English
>
>Hated Subject: Choir (not so much the class as the evil evil teacher)
>
>Color: tan-y, beige-y white. He mostly wears tan or white with some 
>stripes or logo in another colour
>
>Hobbies: DJing for dances and other public functions (not so much a hobby 
>as a job to get experience), listening to Queen, Led Zepplin or the Eagles, 
>trying to play songs by Queen, Led Zepplin or the Eagles, convincing other 
>people that Queen, Led Zepplin and the Eagles are the greatest bands ever, 
>running and losing for student council, shopping for clothes without being 
>seen by other people.
>
>Aspirations: To become a radio DJ on a morning program, on an oldies 
>station, hence the job he has now.
>
>Gemstone: Moonstone. I picked it just because it was pretty.
>
>History
>Born and raised in Salem, Jeremy grew up with his mother's maiden name as 
>his last, not even meeting his father until he was about seven. His mother 
>with slight reluctance allowed Jeremy to spend a few summers with his 
>father, not wanting an explosive blowout of "why didn't you let me meet 
>dad" when Jeremy was older. Before school, Jeremy accompanied his mom to 
>the hairdressers for work and endured many cheek-pinchings and "awww, what 
>a cute little boy"s. Sometimes he was employed by payment of ice cream to 
>wander around outside the door wearing a cardboard sandwich sign 
>advertising the hairdresser's. At the prospect of attending school, 
>Jeremy, having never played with many children before, was a bit 
>overwhelmed at all the people. Jeremy became somewhat popular in his 
>class, and was invited to several birthday parties. Not many withstanding 
>friendships were made in the early years, and Jeremy changed best friends 
>weekly. He was also cast as the king in the class production of 'A Merry 
>Old Soul Indeed!', a musical based on Old King Cole. Jeremy also began 
>lessons in piano, but after calling his teacher an old bat who wouldn't 
>know good music if it was shoved up her nose because of certain comments 
>made on the satanic nature of the Eagles' music at the age of twelve, he 
>switched from piano to bass. His father paid for these music lessons, and 
>for most of Jeremy's clothing, and Jeremy acquired a taste for Gap. 
>Through elementary and junior high at good old Andrew Louis Middle School, 
>Jeremy's love for Queen, Led Zepplin and the Eagles grew, and he weeded out 
>people he couldn't be friends with if they said they didn't like any of 
>these bands. Later on, most people tended to lie just to placate him. 
>Jeremy was able to blend in with almost any group, not having any best 
>friends, but was friends with nearly everybody, save those marked as 
>enemies early. Every year, Jeremy ran and lost for student government. 
>Jeremy was, ahem, "just friends" with all the girls, being attracted to 
>several at a time, but being too fearful of rejection or mocking to do 
>anything about it. He never got a growth spurt until high school, but was 
>grossly pimply for the entire 8th grade, and hasn't really stopped. In 
>high school, Salem High of course, Jeremy joined both school concert and 
>jazz bands and was nearly labeled a band geek, were it not for his in crowd 
>friends. He joined choral for the extra credit, but stayed because it 
>turned out he liked it. He has only recently started to grow facial hair, 
>something he is immensely proud of and is growing a haphazard 
>beard/sideburn/goatee that is shaped like Indonesia. Now that he's about 
>to graduate, he's thinking more about his future, and has gotten an 
>internship waiting for him at the local radio station. He is planning to 
>take journalism and broadcasting after high school. It took him forever 
>and lots of proddings from guidance counselors to make him decide, but he 
>finally did.
>
>Personality
>Thank yous must go out to Sailor Freak first. I'd never have been able to 
>do this sans her website.
>When Jeremy meets someone, his first question is invariably "Do you like 
>Queen?" Failing test numero uno, he moves onto "Do you like Led Zepplin?" 
>If you said no to the first, then usually a frown and a slightly 
>exasperated tone of voice will accompany the second. People usually 
>respond with a tentative "Who?" or "Yes." If they still haven't gotten it, 
>he'll ask desperately, "Do you like the Eagles?" Upon a third negative 
>answer, he'll either ask what the hell your problem is, or storm off 
>angrily. The way to avoid this little quiz is to introduce yourself first 
>and be nice off the bat. This will confuse Jeremy into thinking you're a 
>nice person and buy you some time. And maybe he'll even like you if by 
>chance later on he finds out you don't like his bands.
>Jeremy acts like an idiot in groups. He'll say dumb things, he'll do dumb 
>things. He'll help bring trees in through basement windows and join in on 
>who-can-hit-their-head-to-the-ceiling-first contests. He'll go on wild 
>joyrides with people who can't legally drive. However, these are all 
>suggestions from other people. "Whaddya wanna do tonight, Germy?" and he 
>panicks. "Dunno," is the standard answer, or "Dun-NO!" if they start to 
>get pesky.
>At home, Jeremy's time is spent avoiding his mother or shut in his room 
>listening to Queen, Led Zepplin or the Eagles. He doesn't do his homework 
>until 10:30 pm at the earliest, and even then only if its due the very next 
>day and is one of the first periods of the day. Otherwise, he figures he 
>can copy from someone else or just do it at lunch.
>He gets along with his mom, and they rarely fight, but Jeremy finds her 
>irritating a lot of the time. With that whiny ditzy nasal voice of hers, 
>he'll sometimes explode with a loud "I DON'T CARE!!" in his 
>hasn't-quite-broken-yet-sore-throat-y voice he has. He rarely fights with 
>anyone, only over mediochre (memo to self: find out how to spell this) 
>things like, say, the greatness of Queen, Led Zepplin and the Eagles, or 
>how much Survivor sucks. He tends to agree non-commitally with everything 
>anyone says.
>In his spare time, Jeremy listens to music, (of the three choices above, 
>and others of the same era) either on a stereo or on his discman, who's 
>headphones seem surgically stuck to his head. He also likes to be with 
>other people, no matter what they're doing. Slumber party? Sure! Doin' 
>illegal drugs? Count Jeremy in. Jeremy also loves soap operas, not that 
>he'd admit it, and shopping at the Gap, not that he'd admit that either. 
>He especially loves Days of Our Lives, and wishes that that dumb girl with 
>the brown hair would quit trying to get her kid back from the other chick. 
>As you can probably tell, Jeremy isn't the best with names. When in doubt, 
>call everyone 'Steve' is his motto. Although he takes pains to make sure 
>nobody does find out, should, theoretically, anyone find out he'd probably 
>laugh about it and stick up for himself, come out openly and add it to his 
>list dogmatic thinkings and obsessions.
>Jeremy would pay good money to see Queen, Led Zepplin or the Eagles in 
>concert. Too bad they all either a) are broken up, b) have dead members, 
>or c) are broken up and have dead members. It's the tiniest hope that 
>maybe a reunion tour will come out. Keep your fingers crossed, Jeremy. A 
>more plausible dream is to become a radio DJ on an oldies station. He 
>figures the pay's not bad, and he can get paid to play music he likes and 
>be stupid in public, two of his most favorite things to do. Jeremy is 
>afraid of rejection, mainly by girls, which explains his going on 18 years 
>bachelor status. He is also afraid that people will see his hair. He 
>considers his hair to be the most hideous thing that ever walked the earth. 
> Another fear is failing. High school that is. As it stands, he is 
>walking on thin ice with an average of 59, due to his non-homework-icity. 
>His mom doesn't seem to care about his grades, as long as Jeremy is trying 
>his best. Sure Mom, I'm doing my best (knock on wood). Jeremy would never 
>ever ever sing in public alone. Speaking is one thing, but a karaoke bar 
>is out of the question. While he can play music, he can't sing to save his 
>life, although he enjoys choral. If headhunters said, "Look here, Germy, 
>we won't kill you and shrink your head if you can sing for us," Jeremy'd 
>have not only a shrunken head, but a voodoo curse placed over his rotten 
>decaying fly-ridden carcass, with potential Mummy consequences for future 
>archaeologists. He would never ever ask a girl out. If she asks him out, 
>that's fine, but Jeremy has this thing about the words 'no', 'sorry', 'I 
>think we should be just friends', and 'no you are the most hideousest thing 
>to walk the Earth. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a 
>hamster and your father smells of elderberries'. In the unlikely 
>circumstance that he was forced to sing or ask a girl out, he'd probably 
>laugh in the first case and try, or refuse until death upon the second. 
>Something that pisses Jeremy off is how people pronounce his name 'Germy'. 
>Get it right people! Second is that dumb song "Christmas in Kilarney". 
>What the hell? The words don't make sense and the tune is annoying. It's 
>not a Christmas song, it's a form of torture. People who like Linkin Park 
>also piss him off. How could anyone like such a crappy band? And 
>Survivor. Don't get him started on the evils of Survivor. Put some 
>clothes on, people. His mom's incessant nattering also pushes him o'er the 
>edge. I'm listening to Irish music right now and they say o'er a lot, so 
>bear with me. Jeremy doesn't particularily care about the Johnson's new 
>furnace. He likes his mom, but finds her annoying. When he's angry, 
>Jeremy will blush furiously and put on his 'mad face' which isn't mad at 
>all, but only peeved. He will then tug on his sleeves and stare at the 
>floor, almost unable to speak. He stamps his feet. He looks so 
>ridiculous, that he avoids getting really angry. Jeremy is good at 
>memorizing songs. One listen and kablam, he could almost sing the whole 
>thing back. He's good at playing by ear, figuring out the song if he knows 
>the tune. He has a voice that carries, albeit not that clear, and a small 
>appetite. Jeremy will always give to charity (so long as there's a contest 
>or something he can win) Jeremy may look at appearances first, but won't 
>judge upon that, and after getting to know people doesn't care. Jeremy 
>sucks at admitting he's wrong and will defend stupid and obviously 
>incorrect things for as long as possible. He can't write or sing worth a 
>hill of beans in this crazy town, but enjoys music. He tends to judge 
>people, not on appearance maybe, but on first impressions. Especially if 
>you answer 'no' to one of the Questions Three, or display bad attitude or 
>general meanness in front of him. He can get to know people, but that 
>first impression residue will always be there. He files away things he's 
>been wronged at for use at revenge later, and has an impeccable memory for 
>bad things people have done to him. Jeremy is vain, and never on time 
>because of it. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd wear makeup 
>to enhance his hazelicious eyes and full gorgeous eyelashes. At least some 
>blusher to elevate his perfect cheekbones, or lip gloss to bring out his 
>perfect mouth... He makes other people late, but most consider it just a 
>quirk.
>In battle, Jeremy tends to take the offensive side. He's only got the one 
>attack anyway. At his best, Jeremy fights well. However, with the late 
>nights and constant bad choices, nine times out of ten Jeremy is not at his 
>best. At his worst, the best Jeremy can hope for is to take the wind out 
>of his opponent. Jeremy takes orders, but also calls his own shots when he 
>thinks what he's doing is the right thing. He'll stick to his guns like 
>tar on a dinosaur once he's made a decision, although the actual decision 
>making is pretty rare. He works on a team. Usually whatever a leader 
>decides to do he'll go along with.
>The enemies haven't made a very good impression on him. Unless he's known 
>the enemy from before he knew they were an enemy, he'll hate them. His 
>allies are just another clique he can sidle into. Would that Jeremy had a 
>cause, he might go as far as death. Jeremy has no cause, he'll fight 
>because they tell him to. Jeremy might switch sides if someone gave him an 
>opinion opposite to his team, and he really truely believed in it. But 
>once he's bitten something, he won't let go.
>
>Appearance
>Starting with Jeremy's infamous hair, the only way to describe it is 
>'hideous'. You'd think that with a hairdresser for a mother he'd have hair 
>genes, but no, Jeremy got stuck with this ugly matted messy junk. It's a 
>dead-rat-blonde-ish-brown color, with darker streaks of grease. It's 
>unforgivably matted, but Jeremy's too vain to have it cut off. He was 
>trying for a shag, but now it looks kind of like a palm tree. To hide this 
>punishment on humanity, he has a multitude of different colored tuques to 
>hide it. He pulls this tuque all the way down to his eyebrows with only 
>the innocent ends of his hair sticking out. Jeremy gets his understanding 
>mother to write him a note saying he needs to keep his head warm for 
>medical reasons, which is why he gets away with it during class. Jeremy 
>has lightning reflexes and can smack someone's hand away right before they 
>try to peel it off. So far, he's been sucessful. To most people, Jeremy's 
>hair is a complete mystery.
>Jeremy's big syrup brown eyes are framed with blonde eyelashes underneath a 
>big forehead. They either look frustrated, confused, or happy, and 
>sometimes about to cry. When he cries they well up with huge obvious 
>tears, which is why, like anger, Jeremy avoids crying in public. His 
>eyebrows are darker than his hair, a chocolatey brown, and are arched in 
>surprise, not because he is surprised, but because that is actually their 
>shape, putting Jeremy in perpetual shock.
>His nose is long and borders on Roman. Thin pink lips underneath smile 
>show no teeth. Jeremy tries hard not to open his mouth because he hates 
>his braces, which change color monthly.
>Jeremy's skin, pocky, blotched and unshaven, has earned him the nickname 
>Ugly Boy.
>His too-big head floats like a balloon over his round and hunched shoulders 
>from bad posture from keeping his hands in his pockets all the time. 
>Hanging limply from his shoulders are two scrawny sticks affectionately 
>known as 'arms'. He has long pianist's hands and fingernails with white 
>flecks in them, probably due to a zinc deficiancy.
>His body is also thin and long and white. Jeremy barely ever tans. He 
>can't remember the last time he had a sunburn. He has an outie bellybutton 
>and doesn't mind displaying it. Jeremy also has the curious talent of 
>being able to wave his belly by sucking in the top and sucking out the 
>bottom, then reversing the position repeatedly. He once auditioned for his 
>school's variety night with this, and it was part of his several campaign 
>speeches. He has gross saggy thighs, not that he displays them ever, and 
>hairy legs. His knees are very bony as are his feet. Jeremy has a scar on 
>the back of his left leg from when he fell out of bed, and a thin one 
>around the top of his right and left thighs, from when a pin was left 
>sticking up in his mattress. Another scar hides under his hair and tuque 
>from being hit in the back of the head with a wooden swing. He's not the 
>most attractive person, what sells him is his wierd personality.
>
>Fuku
>Starting with his head, Jeremy sports an old and dirty tiara type thing 
>that goes under his hair and is formed from small circles of metal hinged 
>side by side. Senshi form is the only time Jeremy does not wear a tuque, 
>and his disgusting hair has been replaced by gorgeous strawberry blonde 
>fuzzy longish in-your-eyes haircut that floats around his ears. He could 
>be a new person with this hairstyle. For his top, Jeremy wears an 
>off-white private school sweatervest with a soft cotton lining for 
>non-itchage. Over his arms are two pure white nearly glowing sleeves that 
>drape over his arms. They are not attatched to the sweatervest and bare 
>Jeremy's shoulders. Somehow they stay on. And why not? If we can have 
>magical Senshi powers, why not magical sleeves? Or magical stainless 
>jeans? Speaking of magical stainless jeans, Jeremy's got them. They are 
>also glowing white and repel stains. His shirt and sleeves can get all 
>muddy and bloodstained, but these pants will forever remain immaculate. 
>They are too long and tight for Jeremy, and the cuffs go down over the 
>heels of Jeremy's white-with-blue-stripes canvas runners. On each finger 
>is an antique tarnished ring with obscenely expensive and large gems coming 
>out of each one. Around his neck hangs an antiquey looking fat chain and 
>gold cross.
>
>Transformation
>Jeremy shouts Cassiopeia Astra Morph! and with both hands holds his 
>Sovereign's Orb out in front of his body. The Orb is a gold sphere with 
>two jewel-encrusted bands equatoring around it, dividing the Orb into four 
>parts. Sticking out the top is a gold cross. (piccie available at 
>http://www.emporia.edu/earthsci/amber/go336/jason/) After shouting his 
>henshin phrase, a gold disc of light starting at his feet moves up, and as 
>it passes over Jeremy's body reveals his fuku. When it reaches his chest, 
>it splits into three parts, two smaller discs separating from the main one 
>to pass over Jeremy's arms and ending in fancy rings on his hands. It 
>passes over his hair, changing the color and ends in his tiara over his 
>forehead. His finishing pose has his body facing to the side but his head 
>facing forward, one leg ahead of the other and one hand on his hip. He 
>gives a haughty I'm-better-than-you-nyah-nyah look. Then he gets a cool 
>challenge phrase. "By Divine Right we (that's the _royal_ we) are 
>Cassiopeia Kamen, reigning with absolute power. Do not undermine my 
>authority. We are not amused!" (Hahahahaha... I'm dying right here... I 
>always get a kick when Her Majesty says that...)
>Side Note: The reasoning for this hair color change is Elizabeth I. I've 
>always loved the color of her hair.
>
>Powers
>Sovereign's Orb
>Jeremy windmills (as in girl's softball) the sovereign's orb which glows as 
>it pummels towards its opponent at two-hundred and fifty miles an hour. 
>The effect is somewhat like that of a fourteen pound tenpin bowling ball 
>hitting a person at two-hundred and fifty miles an hour. Jeremy is right 
>handed (Divine Right, yuk yuk yuk yuk) and doesn't get nearly the same 
>effect with his left, and if both his arms are hurt can't do a thing about 
>it. Also, have you tried to windmill a fourteen pound tenpin bowling ball? 
> Trust me, it's difficult. The Orb's diameter is about the size of 
>Jeremy's hand, but it's really dense. Even with his Senshi Power boost, 
>Jeremy still tires easily of this, because of his lack of physical 
>activity. Out of senshi form, the Orb conveniently lightens considerably.
>
>Guardian
>N/A
>
>Star/Myth/Angel
>In Greek myth, Cassiopeia is the wife of Cepheus, king of Ethiopia, and 
>mother of Andromeda. She boasted of she and her daughter being more 
>beautiful than the Nereids (mermaid daughters of Poseidon), and in 
>retaliation Poseidon first sent a flood and then a sea-monster to ravage 
>their country. Andromeda was chained to a rock to serve as sacrifice for 
>the sea-monster, but was rescued by Perseus
>The Sovereign's Orb is part of the Crown Jewels. I've always thought it 
>looks cool.
>
>Writing Sample
>Jeremy headed over to the record store. The bell over the door rang softly 
>as he opened it.
>
>"Afternoon, Germy." said Derek behind the counter, spraying it and wiping 
>it, making the place reek like ammonia.
>
>Jeremy ignored him and placed his mom's four Petula Clark records onto the 
>counter. "How much for these?" he asked, his eyes pleading.
>
>Derek held up one critically. "This one has Downtown on it, I'll give you 
>four bucks. The rest two-fifty."
>
>Jeremy took a few moments to calculate that in his head. "$10.50!!" he 
>exclaimed. It was more than he could have hoped for.
>
>Derek smiled and nodded. Jeremy was the best sort of customer, frequent 
>and bad at math. "D'you just want to put it in for Hotel California?" 
>asked Derek, knowing Jeremy had had his eye on the store's only copy, under 
>the glass case and in mint condition. It didn't come cheap, though, and 
>all of Jeremy's money had since gone to repairing his turntable. So he'd 
>come in with people's old records and trade them in. With this latest 
>trade-in, he now stood a little over halfway to his goal. Derek actually 
>loathed to sell this priceless copy to Jeremy, knowing how Jeremy'd treat 
>it. Play it nonstop day after day... it wouldn't last a month.
>
>"You know it." came Jeremy's reply. He pressed his nose to the glass to 
>get a better look and to piss off Derek.
>
>"Get your greasy face off my glass." said Derek, spraying the noseprint as 
>Jeremy removed his figure from the counter.
>
>"Will you take it out for me? I just want to hold it."
>
>Derek sighed and slid open the inside compartment. He carefully pulled 
>Hotel California off of its pedestal and held out it's thrice-cellophaned 
>self to Jeremy. Jeremy brought the LP towards his chest, embracing it in a 
>passionate hug. "Soon... soon my baby..." he crooned as he pressed it 
>towards the black cotton of his holey Led Zepplin tee-shirt. Derek rolled 
>his eyes.
>
>Jeremy handed back ye holy record to Derek. "See you tomorrow?"
>
>"See you tomorrow, Germy."
>
>Questionnaire
>Your Name: Anne, although I also answer to Sen-ban and Gimp.
>Your E-mail: ----------
>Your Homepage: http://www.evilgeniusatwork.cjb.net
>Are you in any other rpgs? Naw, I just rp on chat or message board usually, 
>and those only last until people have to leave.
>Will you allow your senshi to be killed? If not, why? Yeah, but only if he 
>can come back like Obi-Wan. Just kidding. All I want is some provocative 
>last words.