Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 4, 2015 2:46:57 GMT
In real life...
My name is Donica. I live out in the middle of nowhere on a house about halfway up the side of a very wooded mountain, on a property that my grandfather maintains. I live here with my mother and our two dogs, a Poodle named Denia and a Bichon mix named Mini-Mutt. Lately, however, it's mostly just been me and Mini.
But aside from that!
I'm an avid RP'er in many aspects, and I enjoy most kinds of RPGs, and forum RP was pretty much where I got started. I also have been known to draw on occasion, and I'm working on a couple stories of my own, though they're a long way off from finished. Aside from gaming and art, I enjoy reading and chatting with friends.
Enough about me. More about who you're likely more interested in...!
My name is Donica. I live out in the middle of nowhere on a house about halfway up the side of a very wooded mountain, on a property that my grandfather maintains. I live here with my mother and our two dogs, a Poodle named Denia and a Bichon mix named Mini-Mutt. Lately, however, it's mostly just been me and Mini.
But aside from that!
I'm an avid RP'er in many aspects, and I enjoy most kinds of RPGs, and forum RP was pretty much where I got started. I also have been known to draw on occasion, and I'm working on a couple stories of my own, though they're a long way off from finished. Aside from gaming and art, I enjoy reading and chatting with friends.
Enough about me. More about who you're likely more interested in...!
There was once a time, y'know, where I could 'ave chosen anythin' I wanted. I could 'ave been a milkmaid. Or a farmer's wife. 'Ell, I could have been the town consort and still gotten the better end of the stick, eh?
At least I'd be gettin' the stick, if y'follow. Hah!
But none o'that was really for me, yeah? Sure, I could have lived a comfortable life in coastal Alba, content to mind the spinnin' wheel and fetch the water now an' again, but there's no glory in that, no fun, no adventure.
An' so I decided one day: "What the 'ell, why not go about sharin' life an' adventure through story an' song?"
Madness, the lot of'em would tell ye. Thirteen years old, saunterin' out of tha' village with nary but an old 'aversack an' a penny whistle! If me ma n' da would 'ave known a lick about me, they might've 'ad a cow. Course, they don't, so they didn't, but it's jast as well. Ruttin' nobles an' their sensitive selves don't think too kindly o' my jokes now an' again, but, 'ell, everyone's a critic. If I bring a smile to one inbred son-of-an-arse's sorry life, then I've done me job!
Aye, I could 'ave chosen anythin' there was in life. Security. Stability. A might sliver o' guarantee that I'd 'ave some line o' defense before the bandits or what 'ave you ran me through. But I like wanderin' jast fine, thank ye!
Gives me an opportunity to learn some real stories...! An' maybe, one day, I'll be remembered for some damned fine yarns o' me own.
'Ow about that, for a thought.
'Ow about that, for a thought.