PORTRAIT

Scholar of the Delphic Ideals
Supporter of Hellenism


Creative, Calm, Philosopher,
Sympatetic, Proud,
Strange, Mental, Surrealist,
Peaceful, Friendly, Passionate,
sometimes easy to get Angry
Impatient hearing things that I already know
Expressive, Comical, Trickster, Gifted with Empathy.

FAVOURITE QUOTES



BAN JU AI GO - The True Spirit of Swordsmanship is to Love and Protect Everything.

SAYA NO UCHI NO KACHI - The sword in its sheath, victory without drawing the sword,
Ultimate Victory by bending the opponent's will to fight.


The rifleman feels the weight of the life he takes
as the weight of the gun's trigger.
But the Swordsman feels the weight and the pulse of the life he takes
in his own palm, as he slices flesh and splits bones.
Tell me, my friend, which one of them can have a better idea
about the weight of Life?


"Who the hell do you think I AM!!!"

Kamina - Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

ARTWORK

Animated gif's I have created.



More to come :D


My Ancestor's Spirit Is Beside Me




And She Came Aboard

I got aboard on the train and took a seat.
Then, She got aboard.
She was young...
Accompanied by her mother, she was.
Her face, oh, so familiar it seemed.
I gazed upon her.
Then, we crossed each other's eyes.
I didn't pull back my gaze.
I kept looking at her.
An inviting smirk I gave to her.
Her tongue slipped out slightly and licked her lips.
She pulled her eyes away from me.
Still, close to me they sat.
Strange, wasn't it, her face was ringing a bell to me.
Her cute, young face.
Was I mad?
Was I suffering a lunacy,
having my fingers touching something beyond visibility,
or even sanity?
Her face...
So familiar...
I didn't know her.
And, no, it wasn't a Deja Vu.
Still, her face reminded me of someone,
marked upon the blurry walls of my memories,
lurking in the deepest corners of my past...
When I was a child.
When I was used to go to the square with my brother and my friends, to play ball and hide'n'seek.
So distant memories...
So pleasant and innocent.
Still, something was scaring me about all this.
She seemed like she jumped out of my memories, from the past to the present.
So scary it seemed.
And yet, so strangely beautiful.
I could not resist it.
I opened my notebook and started drawing her.
So strange,
So crazy,
So scary it seemed.
But I could not help it.
I wanted to draw her.
During all these minutes, I was taking fast looks of her.
And she used to look back at me.
And looking away again.
I was giving her smirks, like trying to communicate without words.
"Fear not.
I enjoy the fact that I met you.
It would be a most pleasant thing for me to draw your form.
Don't take a pose, do not stand like a cold-hearted statue.
Look out of the window, smile and daydream."
I kept drawing her.
Like a maniac.
Creating lines.
Erasing.
Blurring.
Giving light and shadow.
I was obsessed.
And the rest of the people around me kept on looking at me,
wondering what I'm doing.
"What on earth is that guy doing?"
"What am I doing?"
That seemed totally crazy.
But, still, so pleasant.
I rised my gaze.
An old woman was sitting in front of me
and was looking at me like I was doing something inhuman.
I gave her a small smile and got back to my obsession of the moment.
It was feeling like madness.
But I was enjoying it totally.
Just like doing something scandalous, in front of an audience that should not be watching.
Just like having sex on a theater's stage,
while being full of people who watch.
A play that they should not witness, that would be.
Forbidden, yet stimulating.
She was looking at me.
The young girl.
A gaze and a gentle smile was my offer every time.
She turned to her mother and whispered something to her ear.
As if I heared every word of hers, it was.
"This guy sitting on the corner, he is drawing me"
I heared the voice of her mother, probably doubting her words.
A few moments later, she stood up and approached the door.
She looked at me and then looked away.
I turned my gaze to her mother, who was looking at me.
I gave her a smile and kept on drawing.
On the next stop, they abandoned the train.
Before I lose her from my sight, the young girl looked at me for one last time.
Then, the doors closed.
And the train started moving again.
She was gone.
But I didn't stop drawing.

QUIZ RESULTS

Your EQ is 147

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar. What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

Take the World of Darkness Quiz
by David J Rust

SUPPORTED CULTS

I am a member in quite many cults now, so I don't think I shall join any more cults
unless I think it's worth my time and efforts.
Here I give the banners of some cults I support:

ROCKET_BUNNIES is a cult I've created for Greeks and only.
Surrealistic lines, flippy topics and priceless contests - switch on your jetpack and join :D



BARE INFINITY, a band made of friends, giving promissing Melodic/Atmospheric Metal. It's worth it.