My Home, Dincolo de Moarte, and Myself
Welcome traveling gaian,
You have come a long way across Gaia to trek across my land. Proceed carefully, though, because my abode, Dincolo de Moarte is not for the faint of heart. This is a sanctuary for creatures thought to be long extinct. Others do not belong to a particular race, but instead have just died and wish to live with me. You can meet my inhabitants through my journal so conveniently located right there to the left. To the top of the page is the local market. I feed my friends through those means. I obtained Dincolo de Moarte through a will from an angel that was fading into oblivion.
I myself enjoy music, poetry, visual art, and all other things worthy to be called art (I do not consider blocks and lines actual art). I am a violinist and have been since I was young. What else? I draw, write, ja, ja, ja. I am a big fan of manga and anime. I read most of the genres: shounen, shoujo, ecchi, mecha, gothic, horror, and some hentai (but not the extremist type DX). I never got into yaoi for some reason. I like to change my form constantly. So if you see me shifting 5 times a day, now you know. I am, in a way, nocturnal, because of the implications of my occupation of student and caretaker. Then I play catch up on weekends and sleep all morning and stay up all night.
NO, DAMN IT! I DON'T SLEEP! So stop asking. You can message me at any time because I have all the time in the world. If you would like anything (book, music, movie suggestions, math help, donations[only if I really admire your dedication and if I have the funds], Gaia advice), then send me a PM. I am normally very friendly.
Mise well put this:
Likes: black and red and electric hues! rock, manga, anime, woods
forests, rain, symphonies, harlequins, the Walking Dead (I watch all the marathons straight through, everytime) the occasional nightmare...................I think that is it
Dislikes: annoying people, beggars, whiners, I-woke-up-and-and-ate-a-bowl-of-cereal-today statuses, cottonmouth, doctors, clowns (totally different from harlequins), rest stops, truck stops, hitchhiking and hitchhikers. Now most people say spiders, but me and spiders have a mutual understanding. They come in my house and near me, they die. Outside I watch them with admiration. Wasps and hornets, though, shall all die if I see them.