DeathKnight

[color=crimson]I built this wood ramp next to my friends pool at the base of a hill that lead to their unfenced yard. I rode down the hill at high speed, and flew off the ramp into the pool. No injuries, but it was stupid. Another time I climbed on this friend's roof with a ladder, and aimed for the pool. I lept off the roof and into the center of the deep end. Once again, no injuries, but it was stupid. One with injuries.. well on my street there is a long hill that rises straight up to the mainroad that leads out of the subdivision, and my house is at the base of the hill. There was a truck parked across the street from us, so me and my friends opened the tailgate. I climbed to the top of hill, and put on some roller skates. At high speed I lept up into the tailgate, soundly slamming into the cabin. That one I injured myself. I've done alot of crazy things for fun. :X Sometimes i'm lucky, sometimes i'm not.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Unas[/b]: .. Odd creature, do you know anything of what he spoke of? Humans cant be capable of wielding magic to the extent it threatens Demons- They have free will, they could just as easily turn on Angels. The only problem I know of that they could create is if the necromatic mana in the air causes them to rise as the Undead which scourged the Earth millenia ago when Satan first rebelled. He sat down, brooding quietly on the prospect of God, humans, and magic- not expceting any answers from Ananda. [b]Unas[/b]: That cant be possible, the last time a human used magic is documented at 1277 AD. Hundreds of years ago, they lost that ability, right? Damn my youth.. .. He growled and glared at all the dead bodies around him, zoneing out the lingering smell of Micheal angering his senses.[/color]

[color=crimson]I enjoy being a mod, so i'd say as a person chooseing between the two i'd pick mod. The responsibilities are fine with me- i'm mainly on during lulls in posting anyway. It gives you something more to do, heh.[/color]

[color=crimson]It was blacker than midnight's tears. There were dead bodies piled everywhere around him. Yet he was sitting, stareing, waiting, contemplateing. Even somewhat bored. Dark clouds of poison rested across the immediate area, chokeing humans quickly giving in- Dieing an agonizeing death of pain, desperately trying to get one breath of untainted air. You couldnt see beyond your hands, you couldnt breath, you couldnt scream. You only died. The city layed in ruins, most of it either totally destroyed or barely standing- next to the crater Arano created, and the pit Unas had created. Only parts of the North side remained, and most of the south was desolate from the slaughter brought about by the horde. This formerly major Atlantic coast city had been destroyed in half a day, with 10 percent of the demon forces true numbers- and with all the killing, those numbers would grow in less than a few days Unas gussed. Unas looked to the side where a little girl stood, stareing at him. His eyebrows arched- the poison wasnt affecting her? [b]Little Girl[/b]: < YOUR FORCES HAVE WON THIS BATTLE, DEMON. BUT THE SERAPHIM ARE WATCHING, AND OUR WRATH IS STRONGER THAN YOUR MIGHT > The voice was a males, and it resonated throughout the area in a harsh tone. Angry angels, how amusing. [b]Unas[/b]: What can you do? Arano alone killed your 'scouting' party. Headed to the fissure were they? [b]Little Girl?[/b]: < WE CAN AWAKEN THEIR POWERS WITHIN A FEW WEEKS, THEN WE'LL SEE WHO HAS THE POWER OVER WHOM > [b]Unas[/b]: What powers? He snorted. [b]Unas[/b]: Surely humans alone cant manage the ebb and flow of mana to their aid. [b]Little Girl?[/b]: < DONT DOUBT THEIR POWER, THEY ARE CREATED BY GOD AS WE ARE > [b]Unas[/b]: Doubt what power? [b]Little Girl?[/b]: < YOU WILL SEE, UNAS > [b]Unas[/b]: I'm sure I will, Micheal. The little girl disappeared, Michael appearing in all his glory- 2 sets of wings, a large broad sword at his side. He carried the girl off to heaven personally- she had been dead when the Seraphim had found her. [b]Unas[/b]: It's too late.. A few weeks is all we need. [/color]

[color=crimson]I think ghosts come in as many varied forms as people say aliens do. Some maybe are just random whisps, others choose to appear as they did before they died. Also I think only a few people can truely see all the ghosts that there would be to see, with sporadic sightings by the general populus possible. Think about how old this land is, how many deaths there would be around and on this land. Ghosts should be in the plenty- but we cant see them whenever we want. Thats the only plausible thing I can think of without adding in religion. lol.[/color]

[color=crimson]Thats funny since the teenagers end up takeing care of the parents- or not, depending on how the parents treated them. So it all comes back around eventually, lol.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Unas[/b]: .. I am Unas.. As he said that the distant explosion rocked the surronding area severely. Standing his ground, the shockwave spread over him. His eyes stared silently at Mia, hair waving wildly as windows shattered around him. Debrie rained down from the sky, body parts sporadically spread between glass and twisted metal. [b]Unas[/b]: We've already killed thousands. A dozen or so surviving isnt much of a victory for meddleing Angels. He raised his swords upwards and slammed it into the ground with all his force. A loud rumble came from within the earth, and a fissure ripped in two, splitting twards Mia at a high speed, more parts cracking. Some of the pieces were sinking, others riseing- the whole area was shakeing. The ground underneath Unas feet shot upwards suddenly, as some of the fragmented landscape began to fall downwards, terror filled screams quickly being drowned out by the grounds angry awakening. [b]Unas[/b]: Your shields cant stop them from suffocation under a rockslide.. Save all you can, this is going to be over in fifteen seconds. Whole sections of landscape were suddenly falling down into a seemingly endless void, leaving only islands in a sea of nothingness that took up most of the southeastern part of the city. He looked down from his ascended position at the Archangel, a wide demonic grin flowing over his face. [b]Unas[/b]: What can you do now, young angel? What can you do now? Maybe if you had more with you, you'd be worth the time.. but now, look at all you couldnt do- thousands dead, most huddleing in their homes as they fell to an agonizeing death. With that he winked and lept high into the air, flying straight into another area of the city, small fires erupting across the city as the main horde finally arrived in full force.[/color]

[color=crimson]His tail flicked quietly to and fro besides him as patience faded into annoyance, great unyielding annoyance. Finally he heard the whispering call in his ear to begin, a pleasured grin spreading firmly over his face. He turned, walking down the darkened alley, letting his tail scrapealong the brickwall. But, first, he had to confirm something with his superior officer.. the look of annoyance fell back on his face, stopping in his tracks. [b]Unas[/b]: Is there anyone in my area? Carried by the wind, a reply came back to him quickly. [b]???[/b]: No, not right now. Mainly in the north. You're the only person in the southeast part of the city. [b]Unas[/b]: Am I clear for mass destruction spells? [b]???[/b]: It isnt neccessary. Use the two lesser ones to your pleasure. I'll send a small detatchment down there as well.. Unas snorted, takeing off his cloak- It disappeared in a small puff of smoke, leaving him dressed in a loose-fitting, baggy pair of black pants. The material was unknown, tied firmly at his waist with a belt made of scales, the buckle a small metal buckle shaped like a snake. Reaching back, he drew his sword from its sheath, stepping out into plain veiw of many hurried people. Most of them glanced at him oddly for his attire, before noticeing next his tail- more of the strange glances going to his tail, then to his sword. A nearby electronics store was full of TV's, all showing the same channel- but it was quickly interuppted by the local news, images of what was going in the north part flashing across the screen. People yelled and pointed to the TV, instantatiously a crowd formed. Suddenly, their gazes returned to the stranger infront of them, as his blade dripped quietly onto the ground below him. With one quick slice, 4 bodies were already toppling to the ground, the blood splattering across the ground behind and around them. Panic broke out, but Unas' attention flicked to his right. A heavyset man came out of his store, shotgun in hand and a smirk on his face. He stood infront of Unas, less than a foot away sizeing him up. G [b]Man[/b]: Want some, *****? Unas fingers traced along his blade, collecting the mix of the Bane poison and blood. He flicked the liquid in the man's face, a light sizzleing noise flowing like music into Unas' ears. His agnonized yells of pain were dulled out by the sound of a stampede. People were running every which way they could, trying to escape from the horror that they feared would come. And it had come, and it was bloodthirsty. And there was blood to be spilt. [b]Unas[/b]: Like great crimson rivers! Manifest ye Gods if you wish to face the wrath of that which was birthed from the vat. Foolish sows... He lept into the air, moving faster than any of the mortals could. *CRACK!* Cracking skulls along with punctured wounds were being givern left and right, his tail cleaning up all those he somehow missed. The blood began to flow quietly into nearby stormdrains, and an armed rag-tag militia rounded the corner behind Unas, all armed with non-holy conventional weapons. They would fight for this neighborhood, no matter what. In a tight formation they marched twards Unas, whos back was turned to them. Sword set firmly between the heaving breasts of young woman, his tail's end slit her throat open to end the gurgled gasps. The sound of loading guns snapped his reflexes. Quickly slideing the sword out of the woman, he flipped around to glance at his would-be attackers. All of them had their aim, and their fingers were ready to pull the trigger. He slammed his sword into the asphault a few feet to the left as the guns fired, leaning on it and takeing a heaving leap into the air. Free hand grabbing onto the buildings exterior, he eyed the pitiful militia and pushed off of the wall face. "[b]Calas Mortum[/b]." His raspy voice echoed repeatadly in the humans ears in the strangest manner, the demon sailing overhead with his right palm outstretched. A huge ball of neon green liquid suddenly hurdled down into the center of their formation, pain inflicting all of them. Their skin melted, muscles following- blood flooded the street around them. The cries of pain pleased Unas to the point of euphoria.. His hair flipped wildly in the wind, the glowing red eyes traceing the ground for any other miltia. None in sight, Unas sheathed his sword and flipped upright. Floating to the ground, the sound of footsteps caught his attention- but it was only the promised detatchment. [b]Demon[/b]: Arano told us to come here to assist you. Unas thought for a moment. [b]Unas[/b]: Split into groups of two, spread out and kill everyone you can. If you have any trouble from something other than human- His eyes warily traced the clouds above, growling on the word 'other'. [b]Unas[/b]: ..Then you will most likely be dead before I can get there. They nodded to him, splitting into groups of two and takeing flight in various directions. Unas looked, back to the mainstreet that was still frought with panic- why was he in a backroad? Unsheathing his sword, he sprinted back to the mainstreet to continue his slaughter.. [/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Vincent Slasent [b]Age[/b]: 29 [b]Country of Origin[/b]: Ukraine [b]Organization[/b]: United Nations Security Force. [b]Appearance[/b]: 6'5", lean and muscular. Black, army-cut hair. Aqua colored eyes. Wears the general UNSF uniform when on duty, civilian outfits changeing often. [b]Biography[/b]: Born to a conservitie military family in Ukraine, Vincent was quickly molded to follow the family's military path- openly enjoying combat. At the age of 20, he landed himself in the UNSF, quickly advanceing to a moderately high status in ranks. The unacceptance of 01 was suprising to him- they had created these machines, and suddenly we are rejecting them? His veiw was definately a minority in the UNSF, and in most of his social clique for that matter- but he felt that somehow this was wrong, his sentiments he knew would eventually be overridden by orders. This certainly doesnt seem to be heading twards calmer waters for mankind. [b]Weapon[/b]: 12MM Pistol, Standard Sub-Automatic Assultrifle.[/color]

[color=crimson]Silly Tori. I might as well post in here before its closed- San Antonio, Texas. Home of the NBA Champion Spurs and the Alamo. Hot, dry. Prone to sporadic heavy thunderstorms, hurricanes, tornados- everything but earthquakes and volcanos. Good city, lots to do, friendly people, great food.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Unas Slatro'mia [b]Age[/b]: 98 [b]Alignment[/b]: Evil. [b]Race[/b]: Demon. [b]Short Bio[/b]: Emergence of new methods of createing demons came about shortly after the turn of the 19th century in human time, allowing for new specialized Demons to be created from pure blood. Grafting these abiltiies together, a new project formed in the deep pools of tainted blood that amassed in hell- the project was to be completely finished within weeks of the invasion of Earth, so as to provide easy "artillery" pieces for massive desturction. Deep in these vats tortured beings began to grow, bombarded consistantly with knowledge on fighting and the strongest of the vast selections of necromatic, fire spells and lightning spells for the upmost amount of destruction. The sheer force of the magic that was being contained within them was enough to where 2 of the 5 simply melted into "black mass", 1 of them to madness and execution, the last failure simply going braindead. The only one to survive was the last created, reaching pure completition on December 15th, 1999. The figure floated out of the vat with no wings, and silently shook the blood off himself, before stepping quietly past the demons to "go get his favorite weapon" for the "upcomeing massacre on humanity". He is blunt, he has killed a few of the more annoying scientists in hell, and was beyond ready to splatter blood across the ground, immediately being designated as a member of Arano's Anarchy Prime army, to serve as a use in their attacks. [b]Desription[/b]- :[b]Physical[/b]- He is 6'4 and lean, muscular with a few scattered scars across his body from self mutilation in the vat. His hair is black and messy, drapeing just past his shoulders and covering his face. His general body structure was specially made to look like a humans for "assassainations", however all the evil being filtered into his manufactured soul still made him have a long, twisting tail with a sharp bladelike piece on the end. Wingless, his usual attire is simply a black cloak that drapes across his body, hooded to hide his face. They say red glowing eyes have been seen in scattered places where holocost-like destruction occured, but how this ties in with the character is almost sickeningly obvious, so just ignore this futile attempt at a cool edge. :[b]Attitude[/b]- Sarcastic, blunt, arrogant, bloodthirsty, intellectual. He is loyal to the general, but his personality makes it hard to see how he can stray from open rebellion- programming keeps him in line, so if he ever deserts- he will die. His loyalty programmed, his personality not, conflicts do arise within him at times- but he undoubtablely will serve the General because of the thirst for blood that he can quench with proper service. [b]Weapons[/b]: [b][bastard]Sword of the Bane[/b]- Infused with dark energies by Unas himself, the sword has a highly volitile aura that whips upwards from its blade, sometimes unmasking Unas' hidden aura itself. The only thing that is somewhat "wrong" with it is that with the power of Bane comes the power over acidic poisons and other dangerous biological effects- the liquid that constantly drips from the sword can be hazardous to other people. However, Unas himself drinks acid as a strong substitute for alcohol, so it is only a threat to his allies. [b]Spells[/b]: [b]Calas Mortum[/b]- Calls forth acid in any form that the user wishes, infused with necromancy its basic use is a ball of the violitile liquid that causes severe damage to lifeforms in a small area of around 6-7 feet, beyond that merely wounding as it splashes. Other uses can let it be propelled in a beam form, with enough power it can rain the stuff. Attention must be payed that as it gets stronger, [i]all[/i] flesh bearing individuals are hurt, so Unas mainly uses the lesser, yet still potent, balled form. [b]Umbros Antris[/b]- Elecricity extends from his fingertips and all across his body, unleashing upon the area around him a furious lightning storm of hells wrath. -- massive destruction spells -- These spells require the incatation to be spoken in all situations. [b]Ensanguine Fevros[/b]- In combo, lightning, earth and poison magics come into effect. The ground begins to spike upwards, destroying buildings and killing the humans that get in the way. A dense, black cloud of the special poison only hell has descends on the area, as a dense bolt of lightning cascades upwards to stun the souls that are attempting to leave the body. Wrapping around the area, a large fissure appears, letting the area of effect fall slowly down into the pits of hell, where the stunned souls can be easily salvaged. [b]Diablos Maximos[/b]- A large ball of pure necromatic magic is summoned over the user, being thrown with an invisible electric current that passes through the fingers and into the ball. Upon impact with the surface, it explodes outwards and upwards, spreading the necromatic magic to all who survive the shockwave/intial destruction.[/color]

[color=crimson]I mainly smile really big when I find a good metal song. Its sort of retarded in a way, but I get htat tingly feeling when I *suddenly sounds shallow* hear a cool guitar riff or hard part of the song. I was a born metalhead. v.v;[/color]

[color=crimson]Wait- Wrist Cutter isn't ten? --- I'm actually only 14, turning 15 this August. I guess I act more mature- but more often than not I seem to be immature in a mature way, or some such oddity as that. o_O[/color]

[color=crimson]Kick their ***. Wait, that wouldnt help. Well, good job on being who you want to be and who you think you are- thats more than alot of people can say about anything in their lives. Just remember that if people cant accept you for who you are, then they most likely are just a waste of your time and most other peoples time.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: Niko, over here! Ken leaned down and grabbed Niko's extended paw, lifting the hamster up onto the back of the dog. Ein skidded to a halt as Ken looked around calmly, finally finding Denise, her small stature makeing it difficult. Right infront of the house several rows of cats and dogs appeared, prepared to ward off any and all hamsters from ever setting a foot in that house. The only way in was through Ein's quick feet.. [b]Ken[/b]: Come on Ein, go! Ein barked in agreement, heading for Denise as quick as he could go..[/color]

[color=crimson]Its not really a secret, but my house sits next to a gully, at the head of which is a sidewalk-bridge that continues on its merry way. Our brick mailback sits just where the driveway feeds into that bridge. When it rains or thunderstorms I go and sit next to it, watching the water as it flows down the street, underneath me, and flows down and out beyond my vision into the forest. What sucked is one time it started hailing while I was so deep in thought. lol. I had bruises all over myself.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: Fear not, I will draw my sword! Ken reached behind his back to take out a large sword- unfortunately, it was only large to the Hamster, the cat hungrily comeing ever foreward. [b]Ken[/b]: Do not tempt my hamster-wrath! *WHACK* With the side of his sword, Ken lept up into the air and squarely struck the cat on the head, its response being a pawswipe that sent him flying over into the nearby brush, sword skidding across the ground after him. He re-emerged, dirtier than before, with a "@.@" look on his face, the Cat preoccupied with the splitting pain in its head..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Ken [b]Age[/b]: 15 [b]Personality[/b]: Stuck in situations odder than the current one, he already has a past in a certain famous broadcast of Big Brother, his personality not differing much since then- witty, a bit cynical, tactical, and over heroic, showing devotion to friends. [b]Pet Peeve[/b]: Angry Plushies. [b]Hobbies[/b]: Adventureing, Travelling, Reading, Practiceing various 'skills' he has. [b]Appearance[/b]: Tall with black hair and eyes, a bit overweight but not to the point of a large stomach. [b]Luxury Items[/b]: Large, unwieldy sword and a small patch that says "For the Queen."[/color]

[color=crimson]Ken quietly walked twards the Pub, his mind on many things, as he avoided various hanging sign above shops by reflex. Opening the door to the Pub, he stepped inside, all but the usual people that knew him, stopping somewhat suprised in their tracks by this large man. He walked quietly over to an all-to-obvious stool- one carefully placed there, larger than the others, and murmered "the usual" while placeing a hand to his forehead. The bartender set down a black elixir that was a special brew Ken had learned from a travelling merchant- strong yet soothing, just the way he liked it. Sipping contentadly, he finally took the time to look around the Pub. Several new faces, several familar ones that waved or nodded to him, Ken nodding right back to them. [b]Bartender[/b]: Hard times? [b]Ken[/b]: The contrary i'm afraid. Too many weapons, too many scared people. I hope we'll never have to use them, but I know we might. God, what a horridly prosperous time it is to be a blacksmith.. The bartender nodded, as Ken finally set his Axe down heavily on the floor, leaning it against the wall. He hunched over, traceing his fingers over the scars along his arm, as the Bartender went to serve a young woman who was just out of his field of vision...[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: Oz, does he go to the institute? [b]Gus[/b]: I'm not too sure, but he seemed to know me though. [b]Ken[/b]: ... mmm... [b]Gus[/b]: We'll run into him again. No reason to stop and stand around. Gus began to jog down the street and Ken looked around, silently, as Sayuri followed Gus. Ken hesitantly followed, muttering various curses at the school, and himself for no obvious reason.[/color]

[color=crimson]Ugh, all of you are fools. In an AIM conversation a month ago I knew he was lieing- either lieing or the luckiest fool I know of. HikaruIchijyo19: ^__________________^ HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNN! HikaruIchijyo19: :-D DeathKnight V4: o_o... HikaruIchijyo19: greattttttttttttttttttt HikaruIchijyo19: NEWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS DeathKnight V4: *walks away quietly* DeathKnight V4: no, haha, whats the news? HikaruIchijyo19: ^_^ the first character for Rage of the Inferno was casted today HikaruIchijyo19: and right off the back it's major star power DeathKnight V4: what stars? HikaruIchijyo19: Sean Connery today signed on to play the role of rikoshi -_- and I almost pissed in my pants in front of him V_V DeathKnight V4: I dont believe that. DeathKnight V4: For some reason DeathKnight V4: o.O HikaruIchijyo19: mhm fine...just wait for the film and then eat your words DeathKnight V4: I will when that occurs. DeathKnight V4: If that occurs. DeathKnight V4: but eh. that'd be lucky if your first movie had that much star power in it. HikaruIchijyo19: nods alright remind me not to share my news with you again... HikaruIchijyo19: you really know how to bring a guy down HikaruIchijyo19: rather quickly DeathKnight V4: lol. DeathKnight V4: I just said I dont believe that. DeathKnight V4: Dont get all moody. HikaruIchijyo19: is not getting all moody DeathKnight V4: Congratulations. HikaruIchijyo19: ty DeathKnight V4: mhm. HikaruIchijyo19: though I know its not HikaruIchijyo19: coming from down in your heart HikaruIchijyo19: goodnight DeathKnight V4: night. HikaruIchijyo19: night HikaruIchijyo19 signed off at 1:07:07 AM. Lol.[/color]

[color=crimson]I'm in the middle of this forest, so there are odd animal creatures strone about in different places. I was mowing the lawn, and something caught my eye to the right, something was moving. I looked down and behold- it was a baby bird. I had almost run it over [i]and[/i] stepped on it from the sheer height of the grass. However it appeared quite dead, because it wasnt moving a bit- but suddenly it just opened and closed its mouth, squirming to and fro slightly. I went inside and grabbed a generic napkin, nothing fancy, and picked the little bird inside. I glanced up this giant, 25 year old oak tree that towers above our lawn- and the nest was on one of the highest branches, and I could actually hear other baby birds. So I grabbed a large ladder and climbed as far as I could on it, and then began navigateing the branches intill I reached the nest. I rolled it out of the napkin into the nest, and carefully made my way back down. I'm guessing it survived, since I never found any random carcasses underneath it, and the nest itself was eventually destroyed [it was empty I believe] by a strong thunderstorm. So, that ***** occurs here for me somewhat often during the seasons.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by stardust [/i] [B]I find it sorta contridicting how the bible says no sex until marrage,but God supposedly made our bodies able to reproduce at young ages,I find that a little strange. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]I find it sort of contridicting that people cant find the common sense to not have sex at young ages, or avoid situations where that can happen. Yet, we are supposedly the most intelligent species on the planet and have to form reasons that start pointing fingers at the supposed 'ultimate father figure' they created for themselves, lol. I think it's your own personal decision- logically I wouldnt say being overly young would benefit you if premarital sex is your decison. You might potentionally have a child to take care of- Marriage is a symbol of love that's beginning to be abused and tattered with mud- it was the same with sex before society began to shun it and religion came into major play in politics and modern culture. So, just be careful and do what your gut says, because I havent heard of any fire and brimstone slaughtering people having premarital sex.[/color]

[color=crimson]I was disappointed in "Steal This Album". I returned it to the store, demanding a refund- but they explained to me since I literally stole it, I couldnt get one. They are an alright band if you just turn on a random song or two, and then listen to something else. But eventually some of their songs can begin to sound alike a bit. Every single that achieved radio play always seemed to be the stupidest choice in a single. Needles is the best song on Toxicity, and either 'War?' or 'Ddevil' are the best tracks off the first. "[i]We will fight the heathens! We will fight the heathens![/i]"[/color]

[color=crimson]Sometime, somewhere. When i'm under stress, or just having hard times, i'll know that because of my first 8 years of life, and the environment I was in, i've tackled worse problems. But I can say that i've inherited several traits from the situations i've grown up in, and still are. My family was was, and is, supereligious- The teachings of Jehovah's Witnesses [all based on their bibles] was ground into me. Kindness, Self-sacrifice, etc. Growing up in this family has really pushed me to be independent and anti-organized religion, but the teachings of the bible were etched into my mind so hard I come off as a Happy Goth. Just little things like that will most likely continue to fuel that 'Ken' essence that I adore makeing, lol. I was alone alot as a kid, so I used to imagine constantly. I'd create whole worlds where I was a God or Hero, even a Mastermind Villian sometimes. That changed slowly overtime into roleplaying and fantasy writing, acting. Things based off creativity, even if I am extreme in that regard. I could list tons of little scenarios that lead to how I am today in alot of respects. I guess i'm trying to respect where I grew up intially, and this environment i'm in now no matter how black it was, or how much I want to hate it- I respect it because it opened up alot of paths for me that I enjoy, risks to be taken, ideas to be thought. I do prefer that more than just growing up in suburbia for the whole time in a dreary town in the middle of Montana, or something equally inane.[/color]