So it begins.

I love writing. I loved creating plots and weaving stories into complex and engaging reads, creating interesting characters, interesting worlds, gadgets, scenarios and so on a so forth.

Sadly i'm not very good at any of the above, have terrible grammar, can't spell for the life of me and tend to have issues with character development. I've been an on-off fanfiction/fictionpress writer for a while now and enjoy writing but usually fail to finish as the stories become too long and wheedle out into me getting bored and giving up.

I like stories which have clever plots and interesting characters. I review every story i read, though if its bad...i don't review and if its really bad, my reviews long...very long explaining why and how to fix it.

I have two stories in the Works;

"Skyrim will have its reckoning, whether or not its the dawn that Ulfric ever hoped for."

The End of Seasons which chronicles the travels of Redran Dralas and Hralia the Harbinger at the turn of the tide in Skyrim. When the Dragonborn destroys the Legion and the Stormcloaks fall into disrepair, pogroms roam the countryside, the Thalmor circle the dying nation. But chill words come from the east where a far greater and ancient threat is returing and the Red Wardens, defenders of Red Mountain are the only line of defence left. They're falling however, only a few members left that trully hold against the greatest threat of all, the end of seasons itself.

“Its bin’ many a year since a mortal actually fielded a bargain wit’ the King of Nightmares himself! Weel, Girly. Ye got yourself a deal.”

Templar which is the story relating to the Hellsing Manga and what follows. Ten bodies lead to ten cases for Andrew Wrathwell and Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing. London is alive, be that the streets or the tunnels beneath them and its angry. Very angry. Integra is plunged into a newly waking world of Temporal Rifts, Reapers, Harpies, blood daemons, bogeymen and mad science. Where there are gods of the rivers and the parks, where the monsters ask for the cupboard doors to be left open and the once great Section 13 goes over to the dark arts in a vain attempt to restore their power. And what stands in their way is the remenants of Hellsing, a grumpy werewolf, a Dark elf queen, a cagey but brilliant blood daemon, an immortal secretary with OCD, a man who believes that science is the cure all ills and Andrew Wrathwell, one of the most terrifyingly amazing men to walk the Earth.