I'm that British kid who moved over, was outcast for the better part of three depressing years, and then suddenly blossomed into an artist. Who knew it worked like that?

I'm first and foremost a musician. Like that helps me here. I'm a clarinetist, tin ...whistler, recorder player, floutist to a degree. I'm dying to learn bagpipes, and my percussian skills are sorely lacking. But thats gonna change. Now. -- I wish I had any talent on strings, but unfortunately, I don't, and no matter how many times my friends offer to teach me, it won't work. I've tried, I've failed... I'm sticking to band thanks.

Second, I'm a writer. I always have been. It started with sheep, but now I write when I feel like it. Its unfortunate I don't come up with enough fanfiction anymore. I used to be good at it. Now everythings kind of distant and unrelated to anything. But I still write it, I just cant post it. -- I edit things. No work stays the same for too long. Its impossible for me to accept anything or keep it as an example of how I "used to" write. It has to change. It has to fit with my style NOW for me to let it go. I always proofread everything over and over, and Im critical. Thats the way it works. I take critiques to heart, and try to develop from them, so shoot.

I don't draw. Not really. I used to. All over the place. Horses with detailed muzzles and perfectly cocked ears, dragons, hands, eyes... not so much anymore. I doodle. The occasional set of features, the occasional equine outline. It's not something I practice enough to be good at anymore.

I sing. Very very badly. Nursery rhymes while playing foursquare. Sucks for you.

Mystical Fudge.