Who are you? Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a maiden in a mask. But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voilà! I am the one who you do not see. Or you do, but what you do not see, is that what you see is but an unwittingly created mask. You may see a young woman, a 'rather pretty case', who has brown hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes. But under this, is a faerie. A vampyre, succubus, elf, witch, queen! Goddess. Right under your blind eyes. I am a thought, a shadow. I am magic, love and passion. But that only few do notice. However, let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me lumivalko. - parts from V's introduction to Evey from V for Vendetta, edited to fit me. I am a Finnish girl currently residing in Ireland as an au pair. I don't really have actual hobbies other from seasonal reading, drawing and playing RPG's. My character is quite a trouble to describe, but three words I have been described with are 'imaginative', 'talkative' and 'creative'. I myself may like most the two-word description sum of opposites or possibly the even shorter description fantasticist. You can learn all there is to know about me in a week, and yet after years I can still surprise you is also one of my favourites. I look into a mirror. On me is a startling dress, like blood and fireflames. My hair is curled and on both sides of my head is flowers blazing the deep colour of bronze. Now I look beautiful. I step up the stairs and take the place of the vampyre behind the partition. Only moments, and it is my turn. I breath deep. For this short moment, for some seconds, I am a faerie. I am beautiful, miraculous, full of magic. For once, be it allowed for me. The vampyre leaves the stage. Soon she is no more a vampire, merely an ordinary girl. But this is my moment. I peek to the stage from behind the curtain. I look shy, also slightly curious. I step to the stage, two steps, stop. My moment. I smile. I tread to the end of the end of the stage, blow a flying kiss to to the whole audience. For this moment I am theirs and they are mine. I turn around, walk away, but right before I disappear behind the curtain I turn to blow one more flying kiss. Only one. That went well, I think ablaze and skip down the stairs. But my moment is over. - the best memory in my life so far. I've always been a rather imaginative person, I've been drawing since I could hold a pen in my hand and writing for fun since I was twelve. My dreams have always been colourful and I've written some of them into short stories. Anyhow, I've got two fantasy stories that I've been planning on, the other a new acquaintance, the other I've been planning on for two years now. The latter one I'm unsure if I'll never be able to finish it, as the story has grown as circles in the water, but the previous is inspiring me and I don't think it will be too big for me to finish. I also write poetry, which is dark and haunting for most part. Who am I? the dark depths of the ocean need fire wild fire burning freezing chaos what no one must see who am I? naudr isa kaen isa For some reason I manage to offend people rather often, so if you are reading this and later get offended by something I say, remember that it's probably just a misunderstanding. I try not to intentionally offend people.