Like the multitude of others venturing about the internet, I'm essentially a nobody. Well, to you at least. You don't know me. So let's begin, shall we? I'm twenty-one years of age but have been told I'm wise beyond my years. I've also been told I'm an immature (insert your choice of curse here) so I'm not really sure which is correct. I like to think the former personally but who wouldn't? I won't bore you with every self-ingratiating detail of my life's story except the choice bits: practically abused as a child, tormented as a teen, and homeless as an adult. The adult bit was the worst so far. I've just recently found a stable place to live so yay for me. I deserve a cookie don't I? Being homeless taught me many life lessons, some of which I hope none of you ever have to learn. But as a result of my rather craptastic life, I have become jaded and somewhat bitter. I try not to let it show, I try to maintain a "positive mental attitude" but can't help but let my natural pessimism slip through. Go figure.

 

Anyway, in my senior year of high school I took a Creative Writing course because it sounded appealing. And oh was it. I never thought that I would actually find joy in writing, I had always took solace in reading but being able to create my own worlds and characters brought me to another level of comfort. It wasn't uncommon for me to make long, drawling, almost incomprehensible lists of all my ideas. Sadly, I never did anything with the material and it was lost while I was homeless. And my mind is no longer the vibrant hyperactive cluster*** it was when I was younger. I've written less and less as the years go by but one thing has always remained a great passion for me: role-play.

 

After a quick look through the forums I see that I can continue that passion here and maybe get started on a storygame of my own. I actually joined here over a year ago but I'm posting this now because why not?