нєу тнєяє, му ηαмє ιѕ Scathach Tachus Aran
ι'νє вєєη αℓινє ƒσя 17 уєαяѕ αη∂ ι αρρєαя 17 уєαяѕ σℓ∂.
σвνισυѕℓу, ι αм α Female.
ρєσρℓє тнιηк ιт'ѕ ωєιя∂, вυт ι'м α Druid Necromancer (Dark Elf)...
ι cαη ∂σ αℓℓ туρєѕ σƒ тнιηgѕ! ℓιкє... Raise the dead, manipulate darkness and shadows
му ƒяιєη∂ѕ ѕαу тнαт ι αcт Crazy. I have major mood swings, and some people believe that I have split personality disorder. My emotions are always on the extremes of the spectrum. Rage, Ecstasy, Depression, it's hard to deal with me sometimes. But, I never forgets who my friends are, and if you can put up with me long enough, you might find something inside that shocks you.
ιт'ѕ кιη∂ σƒ ρяιναтє вυт... I was born in a forest that was settled by Elves. In the great, sprawling city that hung suspended in towering trees, there lived the Wood, or Golden Elves. On the dangerous forest floor lived the nomadic Druid, or Dark Elf tribes. Severely looked down upon by the Golden elves, the Druids were used as servants, and in some cases, slaves. One kind leader of the Golden elves allowed the Druid children to come up into the canopies, to attend school with the others. I was one of the first. Throughout my childhood, I had been ridiculed and picked on, continously being reffered to as a Dirty Dark Skin or a Dust Hair (Any insult that pertains to hygiene is greatly offending to an Elf. We are a very clean people.) Often times the children would even go as far as to beat me and the other Druids. I was determined to get through my schooling so that I could leave the forest and the horrible memories behind. Instead I was prematurely sent here. I don't mind, though. It's a lot less harsh here.
ι'м ιηтσ Guys and Girls
σσσн~
+ Being outside
+ Warm places
+ Physical activity
+ Music
+ Quietness
gєт αωαу!
- Small children
- Cold places
- High places
- Seafood
- Excessively loud things
ι'∂ ℓιкє уσυ тσ кησω... I kinda have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
ι ℓσνє му мαмα~ JJmonkeychic
