-- March of the Martyrs
One cold morning in December, 7:43 AM, I was brought into this world by a doctor was was cursing my very existence for ruining his holiday.
When I was four, I had my brother run off to distract my older brothers so I could stick tampons all over myself and the bathroom I holed myself up in. Coincidentally, a lot of stupidest crap I've ever done is around the age of four.
When I was nine, I discovered fanfiction. Sonic the Hedgehog fanfiction, to be exact. The comic books I used to obsess over are still hanging around in the abyss otherwise known as my closet floor.
When I was ten, I accidently discovered furry slash/smut a la Sonic the Hedgehog. I've never been quite right ever since... if I ever truly was.
When I was twelve, I decided I was probably mentally unhinged in some way or another.
When I was thirteen, I began omitting the word "probably" from the previous statement.
When I was fourteen, I used to antagonize the dog at 3:00 AM every morning just for shits and giggles.
At the age of fifteen, I posted my first ever fanfic. It was absolute crap, but I like to think it had definite potential.
Not long after turning sixteen, I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome, what I fondly refer to as PoS. I started smoking not long after. (Remember, kiddies -only stupid people who think they're okay with eventually getting cancer smoke.)
When I was seventeen, it came to my attention that I had developed Grave's Disease. The only cure for Grave's Disease, which is a condition in which one's thyroid is in overactive state, is to kill off the thyroid and live with hypothyroidism -the complete opposite of Grave's Disease (hyperthyroidism), but can be controlled through medication.
Between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, I was an angsty, bitter teenager who didn't take important things as seriously as I should have. I was more concerned with living life and experimenting with things that needed to be left alone. I gave my parents a lot more grief than they deserved.
At nineteen, I learned that humor was the best medicine for any ill and successfully employed that tactic to any given situation. Life is better when I'm laughing at it, anyway.
At the age of twenty, I got my very first job. I'm surprisingly good at my job, which makes me feel like less of a screw-up than I was previously.
Now I'm twenty-one years old and am at least partially content with Life, give or take the occasional cosmic hiccup.
Resident of: Bobland
Boblander Name: Caps, Cappie
Owner of: The Yellow Moon
Owned by: Bob
The Boblander's Agenda: ... :looks to fellow Boblanders and whispers uncertainly: Er... we have an agenda?...
Purpose of Boblanders: To sew the seeds of chaos and insanity wherever there is normalcy and order.
General Information About Capricious
Birthday: December 28, 1985
Weight: Fat. (Fat is a weight, right?)
Height: 4"11 1/2'
Hair: Blonde (don't rub it in...)
Motto: "Tact is for those who lack the wit for sarcasm."
Religious Affiliation: I believe in an Intelligent Design and often associate it with God -a distant, watchful God with a wicked sense of humor, that probably likes to laugh at all us silly humans, that doesn't intervene in our lives as much as other people seem to think. I don't believe God is in the habit of granting us favors, and most of the modern-day "miracles" that occur can be traced to our own ingenuity. Basically, He created the universe, sat back, and decided to let us tackle the rest on our own.
Favorite Anime/Manga: Naruto, Fullmetal Alchemist, Gundam Wing, Bleach, Weiss Kreuz, Yu Yu Hakusho, Fruits Basket.
Favorite Shows: Doctor Who, Eureka, Ghost Hunters, Most Haunted, the Daily Show with John Stewart, the Colbert Report, Psych, Mindfreak.
Favorite Books: The Harry Potter series by JK Rowling, the Artemis Fowl series by Eoin Colfer, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Good Omens by Neil Gaimon and Terry Pratchett, Drawing Blood by Poppy Z. Brite (my most favorite book EVAH).
Favorite Pairings: Many and fleeting. Most of them are slash and yaoi.
Favorite Color: :pointed glance at author name: I'll give you three guesses. And if you actually need the first two, there's no hope for you.
Music: Many and varied, but mostly rock.
Personality: Strangely, I have a duel personality. I'm pessmistic, cynical, and, when you get on my bad side, mean as hell. However, I'm also oddly soft-hearted, considerate, and thoughtful. I try to put a good spin on every bad situation that I know is temporary. I'm also very opinionated, and I like to argue. However, the difference between me and most people who are opinionated and like to argue is that I'm not trying to change your mind; just stating my point of view.
I Like: Books, writing, fanfiction, anime, coffee cake, and people who understand the way I think.
I Dislike: Habitual liars, racists, homophobes, feminists, empty flattery, and conforming to the status quo.
Pet Peeve: Chewing gum and when people make noises when they eat.
I Aspire To Be: Either a writer or a ghost hunter. Seriously. I'm really not kidding with that last one.
I Believe: That everyone has the ability to be unique, if only they weren't so focused on "fitting in" with everyone else.
My Job: I'm an operator for an alarm monitoring company that doubles as an answering service. I've recently been promoted to supervisor, which is probably more of a headache than the position is worth. Work entails making grouchy customers happy customers. People smell/sense fear over the phone, so my formerly squishy backbone is now made of friggin' diamond after all the grief these people put me through. I'll probably only feel vindicated about it when I finally get my raise for taking the thrice-damned position... which won't happen until November.
About The Voices In My Head
Name:Domonic (Dom, Dommy)
About Dom: He's British, smarmy, perverted, and he likes to make fun of me at every opportunity. He's also under the misconception that he's perfect, which is why I tend make note of a fanfiction character's flaws as well as his or her assets. Dom is very quick to point out flaws under the notion that he has none himself; thus, perfect. My muse and I enthusiastically abhor each other; I think he's an amoral deviant, and he thinks I'm a witless moron. Unfortunately, he's rather clever and we actually have a good chemistry when it comes to writing, so I can't rid myself of him completely.
Origin: The Voice of Reason
About Ritz: He's down to earth, understanding, and confident. He's the one who whispers in my ear about the choices I make daily; a concience, if you will. (Understandably, Dom and Ritz do NOT get along. Dom is the negative influence in my life. Ritz is the positive.) Ritz is the Princess of UnderBobland and tolerates only his husband's eccentricities; meanwhile, he likes to nag me when he's in "I told you so" mode. Ritz tends to sulk quietly in a corner if someone starts singing and/or playing the song "Puttin' on the Ritz" in his presence.
Name: Jaguar (Jag, Jaggy)
Origin: Dom's Clone
About Jag: Jag is a relatively new voice in my head whose existence can be blamed solely on Tado. He's Dom's clone and, not surprisingly, Dom's new best friend-slash-shag buddy. Dom and Jag fluff up each other's egos so often that I'm not surprised that Dom is, in essence, his own best friend. The only thing on Jag's mind is sex and how he can get it. I tend to keep him away from anyone under the age of eighteen. He's also a bit of a nerd when it involves the cult classics (Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Mirrormask, etc.). Like Dom, he's a sadomasochist -unlike Dom, he's more of a masochist then anything else.
Name: Nyarlathrop (Ny, Arla, Lala)
About Ny: Ny is Dom's very first spawn -but certainly not the last. He/she is polite, unintrusive, and darling to the point that no one will believe he/she has a well-hidden devious nature. He/she is also a hermaphrodite, and has not picked a gender to conform to. He/she can pass as either male or female. He/she, unlike his/her father (er, mother? I think Dom actually gave birth to him/her...) is naive in comparison to Dom's deviant exploits. The phrase I'm looking for here is "pure as the driven snow."
Name: The Elemental Quads (Terrah, Aquane, Airie, Ifirit)
About the Quads: Terrah is down to earth and highly protective of her younger siblings. Aquane is flighty and often lost in her own little world, to the point of being a danger to herself. Airie is hyper to such an extent that he never sleeps and his feet rarely touch the ground; also enjoys teasing Ifirit, who's short-tempered and has a wicked vengeful streak. Ifirit has his father's tolerance for things that disgust him -that is to say, none at all. He's also a vulgar little snot.
Special Note: These are not the last of Dom's spawn; he has enough to form a small but deadly army. Fortunately, Dom isn't Father of the Year material and barely gives his kids a passing thought. Most of his spawn either don't care for him, don't know him, or wish he'd drop dead. Dom forgets the names and faces of his spawn far too easily.
Name: The Female Clones (Irene and Iris)
Origin: Dom and Jag's Female Clones
About the Female Clones: Their existence can be blamed solely on Bob, who wanted to know what Dom and Jag would be like as women without actually giving them sex changes. (Jag was all for it, but Dom likes his bits too much.) Not much is known about these two; they really don't speak up often. God only knows what they get up to when they aren't around...
Name: Cthulhu (Lhu)
Origin: Dom's God
About Cthulhu: Tentacles. Wings. Squinty black eyes. Frankly, Dom's god scares the hell out of me, and for good reason. Cthulhu hasn't liked me since I tried cheating him at poker. Dom is Cthulhu's favorite diciple, since my muse tends to supply him with fresh victims daily. Cthulhu's favorite passtime is peeling the skin of his hapless victims and sucking the bones clean of the meat. He likens it to eating lobster, but nowhere near as troublesome to attempt.
Okay, we all know that I obviously have too much free time on my hands. :grins sheepishly: I invite anyone who reads this to visit any of my three blogs. My Livejournal even has chapters of both HPatSL and HPatFH saved under my memories, so feel free to drop a critical review if you want!
If you can't tell, the Xanga is my oldest and existed before I decided to change my author name. Go me. I haven't actually visited one of my blogs in ages.
As of 12-23-07:
Lately, I've been focusing a lot on other works-in-progress I've been secretly working on for, um, a year or so. Going good places with a Weiss Kreuz/Harry Potter crossover dear TrenchcoatMan inspired ages ago, though nailing the characterization is a bit of a chore considering I haven't seen WK in years. Hmm, wonder if I can find it on VeohTV?...
I have another project dedicated to siany because she's brilliant and drew a wonderful depiction of Orie from HPatFH. I marvel her talent. :grins: As for what that one is about... well, I'll go on and say the title is Headcheese, and it's a Gundam Wing fic. I'm particularly gleeful about this one.
Hm, what else? A few niglets of potential parts to Lingering Interludes, a flirtation with a part two of The Importance of Family, a couple of random-to-the-point-of-impossible crossovers that will likely never see the light of day. I just work on those when I'm irritated anyway... Generic crap, generic crap... Oh, and another story idea given by TrenchcoatMan ages ago, but I haven't even started on that. (Sorry, TcM!)
Oh, and of course, the next chapter of HPatFH. I'm halfway done with it. I hope to have it posted by Christmas or on the 28th.
NOTE: I'm apparently having a serious problem getting out the next chapter of He Was Just A Boy. No worries -I'll succeed if it kills me.
Siany made me fanart!