Usually, the fortress is being manned by me and various historical friends that I call on to give me a hand, but somewhere down in the peasant village of my consciousness, there's that little devil that appears on cartoon characters' shoulders, running around pulling the odd lever that I don't even know is there.
The angel dude is acting as the undercover agent that's trying to find the bastard, gag him and bring him back for sadistic torturing. It's a constant game of cat and mouse.
Though it's a bit of a fortress, school of hard knocks and all that, there is a door in the wall that opens from the inside. I'm not bitter :)
I love people of all races and origins. I love all religions (really) and all body shapes and sizes. I love people who laugh at themselves and love people, and I love compassion and giving people the benefit of the doubt - but I'm no sucker.
I am versatile, tenacious, and really weird, but in a good way (honest).
Trying to become a better person, with varying amounts of success and failure.
I don't know if I'm good at these things, but when I do them, people seem to be satisfied with the result.
How a person behaves is the greatest testament to what they really, truly KNOW.
The stuff I like is enormously varied and not limited to any particular language, historical period or genre - enough said.
Also - how much can a person be into Star Trek before they're officially obliged to confess that they're a Trekkie?
Oh, and when I was born, everyone thought I was a girl.