Nicknames: Ash, Ashmeister, Kiya, Ayame, Ketavala (DAoC), Lairsii (DAoC) and... Betsy Marie
Age: 3,665 ^^
Addictions: Juicy Juice, incense, all things Final Fantasy, KATATONIA!, Dream Theater, Fates Warning, Metallica, Katatonia, Queensryche, Tyr, fire, caffeine, makeup, pretty things, Sims2, my computer, Lacrimas Profundere, strawberry milk, sleep...
Lot in life: writing... plants... advocating for religious tolerance.
Religion: Wicca / Asatru (a strange mix of the two)
Current Obsession(s): reading runestones, writing my book and learning Faroese! And listening to Katatonia.
Misc? Um... I speak some Spanish, some Old Norse and some Tolkien Elvish (Quenya thankyouverymuch).
Fangirl of...?: Ray Alder (Fates Warning), Chris Schmid (Lacrimas Profundere), Jonas Renkse (Katatonia singer / lyrics writer).
Favorite Gaians? carcer, Ritornel, Clockwork Sun, Trixsy, azholbrook, reckless_lover, Abi, Tobias Twinklezoinker Clutterbear the Lincoln-Bearded Monty Manwhore (Confuseus57 XD), coire_huine, and I'm sure I forgot someone somewhere.
Lord Byron is Amazing.' though the world for this commend thee--
though it smile upon the blow,
even its praises must offend thee,
founded on another's woe:
though my many faults defaced me,
could no other arm be found,
than the one which once embraced me,
to inflict a cureless wound?
yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
love may sink by slow decay,
but by sudden wrench, believe not
hearts can thus be torn away:
still thine own its life retaineth--
still must mine, though bleeding, beat;
and the undying thought which paineth
is-- that we no more may meet.
these are words of deeper sorrow
than the wail above the dead;
both shall live, but every morrow
wake us from a widow'd bed. '
' all my faults perchance thou knowest,
all my madness none can know;
all my hopes, where'er thou goest,
wither, yet with thee they go.
every feeling hath been shaken;
pride, which not a world could bow,
bows to thee--by thee forsaken,
even my soul forsakes me now:
but 't is done--all words are idle--
words from me are vainer still;
but the thoughts we cannot bridle
force their way without the will.
fare thee well! -- thus disunited,
torn from every nearer tie,
sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,
more than this i scarce can die. '
A Cast of Characters
Here I will be putting character references and such.