And by this anointing shall the confirmand receive the seal of the Holy Spirit upon them, with which shall a new name fall upon the confirmand. A rebirth, through the gifts of spirit and grace a new creature...
From whence have I come, for I know not. Nor do I remember any such origin before landing upon this desolate land. Am I this, a new creature? I am, it would appear, an enigma. First absent and then lending a will to the pen grasped in reborn hands.
Must I sublimate with the long toil of an earth of such thorns and thistles... Might I tear free of this imposed exile, return to the mystery of my origin or find gardens less savage in which to soil my precious hands?
Are there no answers to be discovered?
So be it, let this covenant be sealed. Only by the sweat of our brow shall we win our bread...
It begins...
| Height : | Tall enough to touch the Firmament and taint the Heavens. |
| Weight : | Never could figure out how them damn scales work. |
| Born : | All Hallows Eve, 1197 A.D., under a blood
red moon hanging upon the horizon like a crimson eye. |
| Parents : | Tamar, a street whore in a backwater England
village and Sammael, the Bene ha-Elohim of Death, Vengeance, Poison
and Darkness. |
| Hobbies : | Tormenting Justin and anyone else who is foolish
enough to let me, delving into the forbidden, promoting and cultivating
the darkness within everyone's heart, writing fiction (or is it?)
and RPG material, running RPG games and stories (mostly online). |
| Motivations : | Darkness, Death, Enlightenment, Faith, Fate, Freedom and Revelation. |
| Dislikes : | Belief, Hypocrisy, Ignorance, Judgment, Light, Organization and Stagnation. |
