I never opened myself this way
Life is ours we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
-Metallica

I was born in Denver, Colorado on the day of March 12th. My parents are quite wealthy though now I only use their money when it’s needed to help out with presents and the like. I’ve worked at Sam Goody for a very long time, however and so they are my money source. From about the age of five I started to collect rings, so I have quite a few of them. I still keep my collection going, however the type of ring I like has changed. I used to collect rings with things such as butterflies and fairies on them. Now my two favorite rings are my skull and crossbone ring and my black gemmed spider ring. On an average day I wear about four rings at once and the fewest I ever wear is two. I also have loved music ever since I was small. I think this comes from the fact that my household almost always had some music playing. Television wasn’t nearly the factor in our house as it was in most other homes. I suppose the part of my life that had a great deal to do with shaping me out to what I am today was when I was in the first grade. During recess I noticed a couple of boys picking on a classmate of mine and so I moved that way trying to think of a way that I might have been able to help. When I got there, the girl was crying and I became rather angered by the entire scene. So I ended up throwing the first punch and that was about all I got in. Yes, I lost pretty badly, but then the boys were fourth graders and it was my first fight ever. I didn’t get in the least bit of trouble for it because the supervisors decided that the fourth graders obviously started it. It was after this that I decided to ask my dad some skills in fighting so I could help anyone who needed it more effectively the next go around. He was a little reluctant to teach me until the six year old stomped her foot and said that she’d get into fights whether he did or not. I eventually worked myself up to the point that when I was in the third grade, most of the fourth grade boys wouldn’t bother with me unless they had to. Up until that point, I had won my fair share of injuries. In the fourth grade, however, was when one of the large turn arounds hit. Some people have asked why I was in highschool at the age of 19 and no, I wasn’t a second year senior. In the fourth grade I got into another fight and forgot to take off my rings. When the kid ran into the school to cry about the gashes on his face, I was called in as well and then expelled from that district. Lucky me. So my family then moved to Littleton and I had to wait for the next school year to rejoin the fourth grade. After that, I remembered to take off my rings for every fight. Much like in hockey, the punishment’s worse if you actually draw blood or give the person a serious injury. In the ninth grade, I had a few more problems because of my standing among the other ninth graders but nothing serious. I also met Rebecca that year when I was revisiting some of my eighth grade teachers. She and I had just happened to be in the same core and since I had come after school, she was really the only person there to talk to while I waiting for my teacher to return to the room. She sparked up the conversation and it ended up becoming a friendship. She then said that I’d have to come over to her house one day and meet Randy. It is rather amazing what an hour of speaking to Randy can do to a person. After that I fought less, though I didn’t really need to fight all that much by that time. He is also the reason why I ended up playing only evil characters at first. I was already fairly distant from the others, despite the friendship.

Where your road leads I will follow
When your heart bleeds
I'll be there for you
When your night grows dark
And you can't find your tomorrow
When you've lost sight of your dreams
Then you can follow me
-Trisha Yearwood & Garth Brooks

It was when I was given my first character, Hecate, the greek goddess of witchcraft and much more, that I started to read into the area of occult. It is a rather fascinating subject. As this happened and as I grew a bit more distant from most, people at school started to back off and leave me completely alone, including those who I protected. During my sophomore year is when I first met Jeremy. He had just moved there and had a couple of guys messing with him because he was from Canada. I actually ended up having to fight one of them because he decided he was so tough and the fight ended with my first blow. Jeremy ended up being a rather nice person and so he ended up in our little group and one of Laura’s favorites, though I think all the men are her favorites. Nothing much in the way of importance has happened until fairly recent times, however. The worst of it was watching my best friend end up in the hospital where he nearly died while I’ve been completely helpless to do anything about it at all. Rebecca has tried once to actually set me up with that best friend, Peter, which obviously didn’t work. He’s just a very good friend of mine who can get away with most, nothing more. It seems that most people think I will eventually find someone to actually love. First, however, I’d have to find a man who's manly enough to handle me and those are rare. After that's accomplished, though, who knows what new paths I'll end up going down. My father went up to Spokane to help out during the fall since Evan needed all the rest he could get so his back could actually get somewhat better. When I returned to Spokane for winter break not too long ago, I brought my mother with me to keep my father in check. A newcomer to the group, Doug, decided that he would claim me to keep someone from bothering me. Though it wasn’t serious, this sparked a defense drive somewhere within my father and he started to watch Doug very closely. It’s all because of a little bit of trouble I had with my first and last boyfriend that he’s so defensive, however. My mother helped to tone him down a bit, though, so Doug wasn't always feeling the weight of his stare. I do owe him and Laura a rather large thank you for helping me through certain things that I would otherwise only have my parents to fall back on. Even if Doug is a little stubborn, he’s a nice guy and I guess that’s what really matters. Now if he’d only listen to me, he would get plenty of rest and not hurt his knee when he tries to carry me around. Though he shouldn’t carry me around anyway, It might hurt my image and that would just be wrong. And I'm going to say it here and now that I don't enjoy being carried no matter how much I remain standing when he makes the threat. I can't back down from threats, I'm me.

You can sit on his white breast bone
And I'll pick out his bonny blue eng
And with a lock of his yellow hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare
-From "Twa Corbies"