I am a paladin. I play World of Warcraft, and I play a lot. I am blessed with an awesome guild full of people I know in person, and value as friends. We meet once or twice a year. I raid once or twice a week, and I take my commitment to my guild very seriously. It's a natural progression; I grew up on table-top RPGs. My formative years were spent in White Wolf's original World of Darkness. I am a Gangrel, a Black Fury, and most importantly, a Verbena.
I'm a dedicated carnivore. If there's no meat on my plate, then it's not a meal. I make exceptions for breakfast, but I do appreciate black pudding and bacon. I feel appropriately bad about this, as I am also sufficiently "green". Therefore, I make an effort to buy local, organic, food.
Some time ago, I realised that most of my innermost convictions are a direct product of a childhood spent with Japanese anime shows, and the wisdom those impart.
I love: lists. Hm. Water, crazy nights out. Games, dragons, all shades of blue. Summer nights, dancing, spending time in good company, sumptuous food. Cats, writing, quiet chuckles. Big words, big concepts, spending time alone. Glass shards, hardbound books, sleeping, photography. All-night conversations. Shiny baubles.
I hate: inconsiderate people, and those who meander. Lame excuses. Cowardice. Talking before thinking. Wanton stupidity.
Yet again, I am told that I am hopelessly naive. I believe in people. And I take what they say at face value, until proven otherwise. That sets me up for a world of hurt, I know, but is there an alternative?
I'm in an open, long-distance relationship with Chretien. Since he is currently baking under the unforgiving Spanish sun, I will be spending more time in Madrid. Madrileños, I'm looking at you.
I am grandiloquent, inquisitive, and nocturnal