Some people say I'm dark, some say I have quite the attitude, but really I'm just trying to live my life. Does anyone honestly believe that deep inside all I feel is hatred and pain? If so well, I don't know what to tell you. Obviously you haven't met the true me. Everyone has secrets, we all have a story to tell. Please, let me tell mine, and not judge me.
Now for people's best intrests, I am an artist. Though not all understand my art, and some may not like it, this is my life. I spend hours on end coming up with characters and creating beautiful pieces of work. What atonishes me is how quick one is to judge an artwork. How do you judge a painting? WHat you believe to be bland, others could see as beauty and find a deeper meaning. My goal as an artist is to listen to what meaning others get out of my work.
As I said before, I love coming up with characters and their background story. My newest main charact is Monsoon. At a young age her parents were divorced, though it didn't bother her in least. As long as she was able to stay with her dear brother Simon, she was happy. But fate can be cruel to those who have done no wrong, for her father one day decided to kidnap her in order to get at her mother. He was a horrible man who everyday beat her and made her feel worthless. He crossed the line by ripping out her own eyeball and shoving it in his mouth like some wild animal. She ran away into the forest and found a flask that contained a demon by the name of Leonardo. He showed pity on her soul and ripped out her father's eye, giving it to her so she would be able to see clearly. Monsoon, only being at the age of six, was capture by a horrible man and forced into slavery untell she finally snapped at the age of fithteen. She was thrown into a freakshow and forced to preform. One day she went on a bloody slaughter, killing everyone who worked there, including the other freaks. Now she wonders around with Leonardo, her only true friend, searching for her beloved brother.
"The thing about you mortals that sickens me the most. Now mind I use to be one so I know what I'm talking about. Not one of you seem to ever care until it's too late." -Leonardo