myOtaku.com: Zakuro Rose

Introduction

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm Zakuro Rose. You may call me Zakuro, Rose or ZR for short. I'm a girl with a hint of tomboyish-ness and is a bit eccentric.

I usually write about the two main characters from a light novel I am making that I hope will be published and turned into an anime someday. Please do not steal or copy any of my stories, drawings, original characters, or plot ideas (I'm really lenient with this one, so if you really want to use it just do something to make it distinctive) without my permission.

I do take requests for stories and artwork, but please remember they are only requests. Please go here to see things that you should keep in mind when placing a request. An agreed request might take along time to finish since I procrastinate, am lazy, and have to be in a writing/drawing mood. I also do trades! Please go here to place a request or trade.

I also have a wide taste in music. I like hard rock, alternative rock, rapcore, and alternative and nu metal. Some of my favorite bands are Linkin Park, Papa Roach and My Chemical Romance.

Updates

Alright, still putting off that video. This is the first story that was published in a school magazine along with a picture which I can't post. This is written before, but scheduled after, the previous story. Enjoy...

It was getting darker, colder, and snowier by the second as the boats pushed off the shore into the icy river. Rose and Vincent sat in the back of one of the larger boats. Vincent put his arm around Rose, but she didn’t mind. They were like twins and they lived together longer than they were orphans, which was a majority of their lives. Rose was scared and she knew by Vincent actions that he was too, even though he would never admit it.

Rose saw that the rowers were working hard. They were using their oars to break the ice and try to make a somewhat smoother path. The enemy destroyed all of their heavy duty naval ships, and so they were stuck using rowboats. Suddenly the boat hit a chunk of ice and the boat violently jolted. Many lost their balance and fell to the ground. Rose wanted to cry but something inside told her to be strong and held back the tears; to only think of the goal.

It was cold; Rose could feel it even if she and Vincent were not affected by it. The light snow seemed to be turning into a blizzard and she could see other soldiers shiver more as the moon raised into the night sky. But the cold was not a major discomfort. No. It was the windstorm lashing like a whip, stinging with every gust. Everyone’s face was turning red with windburn; they thought it hurt more than being riddled with bullets. But they all kept silent for they new the worst was yet to come.

For an hour the fleet slowly sailed down the half frozen river. Every so often the boats would run into chunks of ice and the boats would violently jerk. As soon as they heard the thump everyone grabbed onto a secure part of the boat for they knew that if they fell into the river they would not survive by the time they came out. The boats were slowing down, not as if they were going fast before. The soldiers at the head of the boat searched for a safe place to land.

Rose and Vincent were asleep in the back of the boat. Two soldiers shook them lightly to wake them. They opened their eyes and stirred for moment. “Generals,” One of the soldiers said, “It’s time.” Vincent nodded and the soldiers turned to finish their duties.

When the order to land was called, the ships were barely sitting on the shore. The crew jumped out of the boat and waded in the chilling waters and pulled the boats to shore; their feet were numb in seconds. As soon as the boats were safely on land, supplies were removed and soldiers gathered by a tree where the two generals stood.

Vincent was not very social so he looked away from the regiment, but Rose did the opposite, she was ready to make her speech. “The time is upon us to finish this war, even if the present outlook is poor. But don’t give up hope. There is a good possibility that they are not even expecting us on this cold Christmas night. Be careful though. The moon is your only light and the snow is coming down harder. I want you to come back alive. So think only of the goal and keep in mind what you are fighting for. And remember that your previous training taught you not to fight until you reach your limits but fight and go beyond it. Now go. Good luck. Be safe.”

“Yes, sir!” They all replied loudly with a bit of hope. They saluted the generals and the generals saluted back. The platoon leaders called for their soldiers to gather in their correct divisions, and the regiment divided into platoons. Rose, Vincent, and one hundred other soldiers watched the soldiers leave. The Generals were ordered not to fight and stay behind to treat the wounded afterwards. The other one hundred soldiers stayed behind to row the thirty-seven boats back to base.

Rose thought of actually how poor the outlook of this battle was. They didn’t know how many enemy soldiers they had or how heavily armed they were. Furthermore, they had a hunch that the enemy was expecting them and might be walking blindly into a trap. If you think about it a lot, the battle was almost suicidal. But they all had an option to come. They could pass saying they would like to live to see another day, or to think only of the goal and try to win the battle that would end the entire war. But all of the soldiers asked did not pass down the offer. Rose was surprised at that.

They heard cannons, guns, and other explosions, and occasionally the screams of people. But they were surrounded by forests except for the big empty land where the battle was to take place and could not watch the fight. Soon lights were coming from the battlefield and they were so bright it almost outshone the moon.

When the noises subsided, Rose and Vincent went to check the battlefield. The battle was indeed over. They waked on the blood soaked soil and saw lifeless bodies lie on the ground, but none of them looked familiar. Other than that, the area was empty. After half an hour of searching the surrounding area, Rose and Vincent was about to give up their search. Suddenly thirty-five platoons gathered in the battlefield and greeted the Generals. Many were wounded, but nothing was serious. The platoon leaders said after they defeated the enemy brigade they advanced farther and took over the enemy base. There were only about twenty deaths.

The ships took of from the shores again and everyone helped to get the boats upriver. It did not seem cold at all and the wind and snow where lighter. They thought, and still do, only of the goal and the odds shifted. This final battle was a major victory. A major victory indeed.

Yes, actually, I think this is a better story than the last. The only thing I hate was the speach; It defies Rose's character, who's actually allof, cold, and introverted, althoughshe seems outgoing, confident, and freindly. Notice that she's in both stories.

Artwork and Story Requests

Please keep this in mind when making a request:

Your request is more likely to be accepted if it is about a anime, manga or game I know of. Go here and look under the section "My Favorite Characters from Anime, Manga, Comic, and Video Games" to find out about shows I know and favorite characters. And if you want to get an idea of how/what I write, look under “Author’s Notes” in the above link.

No yaoi or yuri, or anything of the like

I am not very good with love stories (drawings are okay), in my opinion. I can try though. I do not do nudity or strong sexual content (especially in drawings). I can do light sexual content, but it will be nothing more than barely PG-13. In short, no hentai but some ecchi.

I warn you, I'm no good with animals

Be specific in what you want or else what you don't mention is up to me.

If you have any questions or if you want to make a request or trade, PM me

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