Starstruck



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Welcome to Starstruck's web page! Do feel free to link back once he gets a link.

The Legend
Legend has it there was once a herd of warrior equines that were set against Satan. Their arising power frightened the demon, and so he planted a curse. And in order to lift that curse, one lone stallion sacrificed himself to save the herd that he was born to protect. Apparently he can be found as Satan's head minion.

Introduction
Coming soon.

A Lesson On Me
|•» Name: Left Them Starstruck
|•» Alias: Starstruck
|•» Translation: Difficult
|•» Language: English
|•» Accent: None
|•» Birthday: September 29
|•» Zodiac Sign: Libra
|•» Birthstone: Sapphire
|•» Current Mood: Cruel
|•» Species: Equine/Uni
|•» Brush: None
|•» Gender: Male
|•» Age: Twenty
|•» Vitals: Dead
|•» Pelt: Golden
|•» Eyes: Dull Teal
|•» Height: 16.3 hands
|•» Weight: 981 lbs.
|•» Figure: Large, Bulky, Muscular, Intimidating
|•» Markings: None
|•» Accessories: Mask on head with blade, armor on legs, purple blanket with black stripes and purple star-like diamonds, red ribbon on tail
|•» Personality: Agressive, Malevolant, Vindictive, Calamitous, Aloof, Vexatious

|•» Guardian: Burnt Out Souls
|•» Father: Deceased
|•» Mother: Deceased
|•» Siblings: None
|•» Temptor: None
|•» Love: None
|•» Together Since: None
|•» Foals: None
|•» Best Friend: None
|•» Friends: None
|•» Enemies: None
|•» Herd: None
|•» Ranking: None

|•» Quote: To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight; never stop fighting
|•» Power: Controller of the dead, darkness
|•» Traits: None
|•» Breed: Unknown
|•» Desire: To be alive again

Prophecy
The warrior of the dead
Rises with another stallion
Though that stallion
Shall destroy the battalion
Fighting chaos
Fighting fear
Fighting darkness
Fighting tears
Dead forever
With life fully gone
He will live a full death
A death that's long

History

In a silent slumber, until I awaken, I am dead forever...


Journal
Coming soon.


Friends
None... at least, not now. Did I ever have friends before?

Enemies
I have lots of equines I hate... did I have any enemies before?

Family
Family? I don't remember... Did I ever have a family?

Love
Love... an emotion felt with a heart... Did I ever love before? Is my black heart capable of love?

Fighting Chance
Coming soon.

Warrior of Death
Coming soon.

A Deadly Deal
Who are we to choose what happens to those around us? Who are we to choose what we ourselves do, when we ourselves do not hold such power? And that's what happened to me. I lost because of that, and now my eyes are fully opened and I can finally see.
I sacrificed myself to save my herd, and was sent to the Underworld, rejected from heaven for my 'su1c1de'. I slaved, I worked, all the while clouded and tainted from my past. I wanted freedom, I wanted to leave that place, I wanted to kill Satan, to have everything. And yet, when he saw my potential, even then I did not want anything to do with him.
He made me a deal to liven it up - I would be able to roam freely, if I would work beneath him as his warrior of death. It sounded good at the time, but it's even better now. I know that no one has a choice in life, that Satan controls you. He tells you what you do, and either you do it, or you die from what you do not understand.
And thus began my deadly deal. I have killed many as the warrior of death. I train many as the warrior of death. I manipulate many as the warrior of death. The lost souls are mine, as said by Satan. I choose what they do from Satan, and they follow me.
They are my minions.

Loves/Loathes

• l o v e s •
· fighting
· loyalty
· winning
· death
· apprentices
· killing
· dead/lost souls
· manipulating

• l o a t h e s •
· love
· thieves
· cowards
· friends
· idiots
· life
· losing
· traitors


Awards
None.

Toy Box


Fan Art
None.

Wall Of Shame
Here I will put anything that has been stolen from this page. When you are up, you're not coming down.

Excellent. It seems no one has stolen from here.

F.A.Q.
Q: Can my pet be Starstruck's mate?
A: Perhaps, although we'd have to roleplay first, and they'd have to become friends first. But just so you know, he doesn't really like other equines.

Q: Can my pet be Starstruck's friend?
A: Well, he doesn't exactly like other equines...

Q: Can (insert pet name here) roleplay with Left_Them_Starst(r)uck/Starstruck?
A: Possibly. If his roleplay section says open, and you're not going to use an anthro form, then yes, as long as your pet is appealing.

Q: How do I know if my pet's appealing?
A: Well, your pet must be unique, for starters. No stealing any ideas from someone else. Your pet also has to have a personality that could match up with Starstruck's, or else he probably won't like your pet. And your pet has to have a web page that is at least 70% complete so that I can read up on how literate you are, and if it's worth it to roleplay.

Q: How literate do I have to be to roleplay with you?
A: Well, you have to at least be semi-literate. This means that you use no chatspeak and such because I do not understand chatspeak very well. It's hard enough roleplaying with people who have poor spelling and/or grammar.

Q: (Insert name here) is carrying Starstruck's foals! That means they're mates, now, right?!
A: o.O
No. If we've never roleplayed before, how could he have mated with (insert name here)? And even if we have roleplayed, if he doesn't even like your pet, then he wouldn't have mated with them.

Q: Can I lyke b ur nf? 111
A: Umm... -looks in chatspeak dictionary- AH! Lyke, totally! 11

Q: Relly? 11
A: No. -.-

Q: Can I copy the prophecy?
A: No. I made it up, and if you want one so bad, then you should make one yourself... or if you ask nicely, I might make one for you.

Q: Can my uni/equine serve Satan and control the dead?
A: You may not. This was my idea, and not yours, so please respect that and do not steal it. Theft is against the law, and is not cool.

Q: Can I copy having my uni/equine be the best fighter, then lose to Satan and serve him?
A: Again, you may not do such a thing. It is my idea and my plot for Starstruck's story. Please think of your own ideas and plots, since stealing is against the law.

Q: Can I copy his design?
A: Again, this is theft, so please do not. Starstruck's design is © I, Burnt Out Souls. If you do so, I will hunt you down. Rawr.

Q: Can (insert name here) be Starstruck's sibling?
A: No, Starstruck was an only child and his mother died during childbirth.

Q: Can I copy the music?
A: Whatever.

Q: Can I copy your pictures?
A: Please do not. I spend time and effort drawing my pictures, and I don't want to be ripped off of my effort.

Q: Can I borrow/steal your art?
A: Well, that's a stupid question. Should you not know that I will refuse?

Q: Can I draw a picture of Starstruck?
A: Why, of course! You don't have to ask! I love fan art!

Q: Can I use the HTML?
A: No. It is mine and mine only.

Q: Can you teach me HTML/how to draw?
A: Drawing is too hard to teach over the internet, and if you want HTML/CSS coding, go to here.

Q: So-and-so stole from you.
A: Oh dear, that's not very nice, now is it. Thank you for telling me, and I shall deal with this is an appropriate manner. And you shall remain anonymous.

Q: Will you make something for me?
A: Dependable on who you are and such.

Conclusion
Coming soon.

Lyrics
Remember The Name - Fort Minor

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Mike! - he doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But * 'em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin' the story - makin' sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up
Let's go

Who the * is he anyway
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin' raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin' for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method "Name Of The Game
Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
I like Bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard him * with S. Dot

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin' fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a * * porcupine
He's a *, he's a *
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin', patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his * is equally dope
You won't believe the kind of * that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - he's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin' his way to the top
People think it's a common owner's name
People keep askin' him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym
No he's livin' proof, got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Mike - nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those * he runs with, those kids that he signed
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - styles of beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop

Credits
Character, story and all content on this page is © Burnt Out Souls.
Html coding is © Burnt Out Souls.
Lyrics are © Fort Minor.
Uni creations are © neopets.
All rights reserved.

Owner's Last Words
Thank you for visiting Starstruck's web page! If you have any questions, concerns or comments that weren't answered in the F.A.Q., feel free to ask me! I'd love to have any feedback.

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