Commanderjalc

Looking around the world, around the place of art, literature, and experiences, I ask the world, "Where am I?" One would say, "Your on my page! I'm famous!" Another would say, "Like what your seeing?" Another would say, "Here for something?" But the final one will say, "Our world, and your welcome to join." The world has enough sorrow in it, we don't need to create more unwanted sorrow.

Around 2 days ago, I asked one thing from my love, ~RomanceFreak (https://www.deviantart.com/romancefreak), that thing was to make a mask. This mask, if made real, will be a sign that even if I'm a monster, I will still have my heart. It was to be the color of a blood red, blackest of night, and of the whitest of bone. Hollows are known for not having a heart, yet, as she made the mask on my face, I still felt like I had one. But it was more than that, I felt like I have two. Where did the second one come from? It came from her, :iconromancefreak:. Why? She gave it to me, willingly and freely. Here, as I hold two hearts, one is originally mine and the other originally her's,

As I was reviewing over Dungeons and Dragons play by play, and playing with other friends this game. I came across something called "Prestige classes." In the current game I'm in, I'm a monk with fist wraps that are on fire. As I read more and more of these type of classes, I grew weary of them of not giving me a choice in what I want. So I turned to something else, people's creation of such classes. When suddenly, I saw it. The class that fit what I wanted, The Direfrost Knight. A person beset by a curse due to an accident that he/she made when attempting to cast a powerful ice spell. Now, He/She is beset with a aura of winter and it's his