About Me
Name: Michael Joshua McKinnon (Josh),
Age: 18,
Faith: Dawnlight Wiccan,
Race: Vampire, Silvercross Fox,
Class: Drifter / Bard,
Gender: Male,
Sexuality: Bisexual,
Theme Song: Jim Croce - "I Got a Name",
Apperance:
About 5'10', 145 lbs. Pale, to light brown skin, and shoulder length, very curly brown hair. Burningly intense blue eyes. A colourful shirt tucked into a pair of cargo pants, held in place by a large belt. A sharp dressy blazer over his shirt, and a Donovan-esk hat. A cloth bracer on his right wrist, and a watch and two wrist band on his left wrist. A pair of black dress shoes, or barefoot, and occationally a black satchel on his left. Also he tends to carry a small knife called Damushun on his back and a pouch at his right side,
Bio:
He spend much of his younger year being someone else than who he was, and until his late teens he didn't really stop. Then he found his faith. He found his truth that he'd been looking for for so long. That spark of faith that became truth. His heart and soul became unlocked to him. He had been doing some work with tranceing and energy when suddenly he felt power surge though him. His voice became scratchy and be crocked out an incantation. His body was thrown back on the floor and the elements cast their circle about him to protect him from harm. He convulsed as he chanted, feeling the raw power of the Æther rip through him, pouring the entire universe though his head. Opening his soul to the voice of The Divine. And ever since... he his senses have felt like they heightened, and his ability to weild the Æther and it's magick seems to have become stronger and easier for him, as if the elements, Tiamat, and the Divine now trust him more than ever before. And he trust them.
Music
Pretty much everything you throw at me I like, but mostly OK Go, Cake, and Within Temptation, Nightwish, and Joe Satriani.
Movies
- Rush Hour 1 & 2
- Beverly Hills Cop 1, 2 & 3
- V for Vendetta
- Sin City
- Kingdom of Heaven
TV
- Doctor Who, bitches!!!
- Clone High
- Firefly
- Torchwood
- Bill Nye the Science Guy
Books
- Shannara Seris
- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy of Five
Likes
- Music
- Burning passionate love.
- cheesecake
Dislikes
- mindless jealously
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Hobbies
- freeclimbing,
- practicing magick,
- chillin' with friends,
- music (as stated),
- flirting with random people, - and most anything people throw at me.
Vices
- I'm too much of a.... flirt, to put it bluntly. I'm way too open about being with different people, and I don\'t mind the idea of having a pride, though it did sort of, **** me over once, it's all good.
- I'm not the most modest, but I can be if the need arises, nor do I brag overly much, I just accept compliments as pure fact and are very happy to point out they are pure fact.
Virtues
- I'm loyal, more so to friends than family.
- I'm hardworking when the thing is absolutly needed or I like it.
- I'll go through hell and back for my lover.
- Give me a world in peril, and I'll save it by any means necessary.
Heroes
- Doctor Who
- My mum.
- Her ^ late father (my grandfather)
- Captain Jack Sparrow
- Captain Jack Harkness.
I started this story, and I'll most likely keep it going from here but I'm looking for people to tell me what they think.
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The fox pulled his black blazer tighter around his thin frame as he marched forward through the sheet of cold bullets, falling on him from ther clouds above. He shivered, but ignored it. There was little he could do but keep going, seeing as his shelter was near. He curled his tail closer to him, conserving as much heat as possable. Normally he wouldn't mind the cold, but in this case it bothered him to no end.
It was then he saw it. The huge mansion appeared from out of the trees like some great beast appearing from the midsts of the forest ot devour you. It was dark, and cold. A heartless looking place to most, but it brought a sigh of relief from the frozen vulpine.
He walked up to it, knocking on the front door. It swung open and a kitten of a panther stood in front of him. "Hello, can we help you?" "Looking for food and a bed for the night." he replied in a shivering voice, mostly put on, but somewhat true. "Hold on." she turned her head, "Mummy, we have a fox wanting to shelter, is that okay?"
There was a heavy sound of movement and the door was swung wide, a dumpy short little panther rushing the fox and pulling hium inside, "Come in and get dry. All furs welcome here, most esspecially these days." The nameless vulpine smiled, "Thank you very much Mrs... sorry?" "My name Cherri, and you are?" she said, pullnig him into the den and throwing his coat and grey cap to the child, "Go and hang up this man's things, dear." she asked the younger. "So sir, your name?" "A, Halo. I was caught in the downpour and I just needed a place for the night to crash, you know, because of the rain and all." "Of course, well you knew well to spot a Haven, we're all welcome here, and we're perfectly safe too." she replied. "So where are you from?" "All over the place." the other responded. "I've been doing some travelling." "Ah, a drifter!" her face beamed. "Well then tell me, who's winning the war, you must have heard something." Halo smiled in spite of the topic. "The humans are, sadly but we're holding out. Here in Europe we still have a good pawhold but in North America we're almost broken, as with China." "We we here in Europe don't tend to lose fights for our home, now do we?" "No... I s'pose not. dd though isn't it... where were you when the beacon hit you?" "Me?" the panther stopped her puttering for a moment and thought, her talk wagging back and forth absently. "I was shopping... I was in London, and I was getting some things for Christmas. Then it hit. There were about a dozen of us on the street once it passed. We all bolted for the sewers." Halo chuckled. He remembered all too well where he was when the beacon hit. Three years it had been since this eerie violet light cast it's gaze from the skys down upon the whole planet. In the matter of 3 hours, half the worlds population was turned into animals. Furs, and they were commenly known among themselves. Beasts, as most humans called them. Halo had been chopping firewood in teh backyard when the light washed over him. He had felt his body convusle madly, throwing him into spazums until finally he blacked out. He woke up in jail. There were a lot of other furs in jail, and a tawny rabbit by the name of Holly had been the first at his side when he awoke. She calmed him and told him what she knew, which was what everyone knew. The light had changed a lot of people. Nobody had then figured out what it was, but it had done it's job. Most furs had been imprisoned and such, many killed the first night. Soon after, some of the more caring humans had protested, and the furs had all been released from prisons and all over the place. Brought back into the world. It worked for a time, but tentions grew thick, and eventually, about a year before Halo sat in this Haven, a human came into power. A human by the name of Simon. The world had been slplit in two in a single night, and it was furs and humans. Simon drummed up support. He was a genius, a complete genius, and he knew it. He knew how to play people. He could get furs to end up hating themselves in a matter of minutes, talk his way into and out of anything and everyone ended up supporting him. Then he unveiled a plan, and this was the final blow.
The plan was to erradicate the "Beast Scourge" as he called it, and so a war began, a well organized side of humans fighting very badly organized pockets of furs. There was no hope. But the furs held out, and the war began. It had been going on about 6 months by now. Havens like the one Halo now sat in were the only places a fur could feel safe, and many Havens got raided by the HH or Humanity's Hope, Simon's CIA, if you will. It was a bloody war, and was getting worse. The problem was that the furs, even though they still had about the same number as there were humans, they had no leader, not only that but they wared among eachother over this and many other things. Thus they were losing terribly. It wouldn't be long before they were all gone, save a few lucky ones.
Halo wanted to be a lucky one, so he left his home in Canada and began to trek across the globe. Sleeping and eating where he could. He made his way across North and South America, and finally to Europe. He was now in Holland, and headed for Germany. Tucked into his belt, hidden under his blazer most of the time, was a single shet of paper, with three numbers on it. He had been ordered not to look at it, open it, or show it to anyone, but to take it to Germany and give it to a liger by the name of Horris. Once done he was to be under th command of Horris. It could have been said that Horris was the closest thing the furs had to a leader, but her only commanded the German Stronghold and A gew pockets of resistance in New America, which took up all of the former US, Mexico, all the way down to and including Brazil.
So I'm sitting here, waiting for my mum to get back from shopping. We needed food and such. Anyway so I'm sitting here waiting for her to get back so I can go to work, and while I hurt, I hurt because I broke up with Corey the night before last and it was very teary and nasty of a break up too.
So yesterday, I went to hang with a bunch of my best friends, and we got stoned sh*tl*ss.
This morning, when I woke up, I found that I didn't mind being alone. I did the right thing leaving him.
See not only did I kind of f*ck up in a big why (which I'd rather keep to myself), I had known for a time that it wasn't going to work. I smoked pot, and he hated me doing so. I wasn't going to subject him to that, but we were planning on moving in together. Now how would we have done that? Who would have had to sacrifice something, Nobody. That's my policy. As long as nobody is going out of their way to make the other alright, then everything's all lala's and happy land. But if someone has to give up something they really like, or have to be uncomfortable in some way, then it's not worth it.
So anyway like I was saying, I broke it off, and that wasn't the only reason, but there are too many places we clash that would get in the way of us being "us". Sure we could have worked through it, but I'm not one for that. I'm willing to work for a relationship, but I think a good relationship should need to much work to happen. It should be able to mostly go under it's own steam. That happened in the beginning, but as time went by, it slowly ended up being pushed forward, by me at least, I don't know if he felt it or not. I don't think so, from what he said to me that fateful night.
Again, I digress. The question I'm asking is, why, even though I love him, mis him, and it hurts like a bitch, but I'm fine with that, because I feel like, for once, I did the right thing, not just for me, but for him too. Does that make sense? Does it make sense that through all this pain, I'd do the same again if I had to?
Anyone who uses it should add me. I'm coming here less and less, not the mention there is a place there that people here who want to should consider joining. It's a group called The Wiccan Coven. I'm in charge of it at the moment, but I'm looking for officers to promot, so I'd proably go with people here sooner than the members in that on seeing as I know the people here a bit better.
I had a hell of a night. It was full of tears and joy, full of passion and rage. I only wish I had my lover's guidence at the time, but I'm fine now. I ended up finding my own way, as I usually do.
I'd love to explain more, but I'd rather not. It's not so much that it's private, it's that there are certian things that are rather... shall we say ricky, to blarg out into the open.
That said, is there any way to turn off that censer thing. I tend to swear sometimes, and I really don't like having to check myself when I do so. I'd rather just say what I have to say in the way i want to say it, because that way is, in the end, the most effective way of stating my point of view.
What again can I say about this amazing man. I could say I wish he was mine, but he is. I could say I wish he was hansom, but he's more than that, he's dropdead beautiful. I could say that I wish we were together always, but we are, whether only in spirit or otherwise.
I could go on and on about how he has a habit of getting jealous, but I love it. It makes me feel loved, to have someone worry that much over me.
I could also ramble on about how far away he is, weep and cry over not being able to hold him in my arms, but I don't have to, because I've always got him in my heart, and that holds him far tighters and safer than my arms ever could.
I could complain that I am attracted to far to many people, but then I think about it, and I know that I am attracted o them yes, but he's the only one I truly love.
I could say and do a lot of things, but the one thing that I know I've done right, is finding a man as amazing as Corey Richard Hunter.
Should you stumble across my book, The Ghost of Colby Drive, please let me know any feedback ;) My main site is kristingroulx.com. I loved reading your "About Me" section... very descriptive. You write very creatively. Do you have plans to do something in the arts?
Hey there, just dropping by to say I like your page and your writing!!
Araceli HortensePeace to you and yours )O(
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