Another new character! Enjoy!
Irken Invader Zema:
Name: Invader Zema
Gender: Female
Age (Irken years): 12
Alien Race: Irken
Skin Color: Green (like any other Irken)
Eye Color: Light Pink
Clothing: گلابی Irken dress and black Irken shoes
Friends: Invader Zim and Invader Tak
Enemies: None (yet)
S.I.R Unit: Mica
Earth Human Zema:
Name: Zema
Gender: Female
Age (Earth years): 112
Animal: Human
Hair: Long, straight, light گلابی hair
Eyes: blue, گلابی eye shadow
Clothing: گلابی (Irken) dress and black (Irken) shoes
Friends: Zim (Zema's boyfriend), Tak, and Gaz
Enemies: Dib
Pets: A purple cat named Mica
Irken Invader Zema:
Name: Invader Zema
Gender: Female
Age (Irken years): 12
Alien Race: Irken
Skin Color: Green (like any other Irken)
Eye Color: Light Pink
Clothing: گلابی Irken dress and black Irken shoes
Friends: Invader Zim and Invader Tak
Enemies: None (yet)
S.I.R Unit: Mica
Earth Human Zema:
Name: Zema
Gender: Female
Age (Earth years): 112
Animal: Human
Hair: Long, straight, light گلابی hair
Eyes: blue, گلابی eye shadow
Clothing: گلابی (Irken) dress and black (Irken) shoes
Friends: Zim (Zema's boyfriend), Tak, and Gaz
Enemies: Dib
Pets: A purple cat named Mica
I love the humble silence of this street,
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, سے طرف کی looking at the leaves
whether Fall یا Winter have settled their realm.
I love the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming موسیقی of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, سے طرف کی looking at the leaves
whether Fall یا Winter have settled their realm.
I love the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming موسیقی of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*