The following is my autobiography as a person, a furry, a writer and a doodler.  It is not the whole story, parts Are being edited out both for personal reasons and for the sake of not making this a million pages long.  Don’t read this expecting an epic tale of where hero slays dragon and gets the girl.  Its more of a story about the hero getting fucked by the dragon and the girl being a herm that smokes and drinks brandy while shim watches.

	To begin, I believe I should start back when I was young.  I haven’t always been a creative and nice person, when I was just a child, before I entered the second grade, I was a harsh, cruel, hellion of a child that loved to be outside and active and thought sunburns were cool.  It was after many, many counciling sessions to control my anger that my personality did a 180 and I ended up nearly the person I am today.

	I stopped going outside, I started to play video games- some of my fondest memories being of playing Sunset Riders on the Super Nintendo with my mother- and really I just stopped being so outwardly angry.

      I believe it was about the time I got into second grade that I started to show some creativity in the form of drawing.  I get a lot of my creative blood from my father, though some does come from my mother- as she displayed once by drawing the most realistic tarantula I’d ever seen back when I was 6.  I wasn’t too good back then- I still don’t believe myself to be good but I know I’m not as bad as I was.  I could draw simple things and while most of my classmates were stuck with stick figures, I was drawing crude people- so crude infact that I upset my second grade teacher.  It’s hilarious in hindsight but at the time it was rather embarrassing.
      
      I kinda fell out of drawing for a while then, but when I got into the fourth grade, I really got back into it, as well as into reading which was something I had yet to really grasp.  I blame the Harry Potter books and the Everworld books that finally sparked that craving inside me to become a writer, though it wouldn’t be until I got into the sixth grade that I’d actually start writing my own stories.  They were weak with bad spelling and tons of improper grammer, plot holes and some even lacked endings, I never really gave up though.
      
      Somewhere along the line, I started losing my ability to draw.  I’m not sure why, but I suddenly couldn’t draw anymore.  I think it may be because I gradually became more and more of a perfectionist and just could not stand that I couldn’t properly translate what I was seeing in my head to paper.  I still can’t but I’ve mellowed out enough that learning and growing has become possible.  I could no longer draw monsters and demons like I used to, but I did start delving into doing landscape pictures, which were interesting if not very good.
      
      By the time I reached highschool however, I lost all interest in drawing- had become too frustrated with my lack of ability- and had grown more into a writer.  I was writing better stories by this time, tales of heros and monsters and plot twists and surprise tragic endings.  It was the most diversified of times of my writing but nothing more than a small short story here and there ever came out of it.  I liked them, mind you, but it wasn’t enough.  I had dreams of one day getting a book published, but I knew I couldn’t get a two page story published, it wasn’t enough.
      
      It was my sophomore English teacher that really encouraged and helped me along as a writer, even going so far as to enter me into this scholastic competition at the local collage where I’d compete against several other county’s worth of students in the same category of writing.  I entered every single year that I could for a total of three times, however after my honorable mention in that first year, I didn’t even get that the other two. It was disheartening that even though I put so much time, effort and thought into my stories, they weren’t enough to compete with others my age.
      
      Around my junior year of highschool, I’d been dating this older woman for a while, maybe a couple months, and had known her since I was in 8th grade.  She was really important to me and I loved her deeply, however about halfway through my junior year, tragedy struck (as if you couldn’t have guessed it would) and the unthinkable happened.  Her husband found out about her long distance affair with me and, rather than stand up to him and tell him that she didn’t love him anymore, she took his side over mine and abandoned me, tearing a wound in me that still hasn’t healed.  It was quite literally the next day that my ability as an artist reared its head again and while crying through some 9/11 movie, I drew some of the best art I’ve ever done- which was simply an eye-to-paper version of art already done.  The skill and cravings as an artist stayed with me throughout my junior year but with the summer came new video games and less interest in expressing myself.
      
      During my senior year of highschool, all of my creativity pretty much died and the only way I really exercised my skill was to roleplay online with strangers.  It wasn’t until a full year after I graduated that I found my wanting to write return, a few short months after my mother kicked me out and my grandmother took me in- bless her kind soul.  I wrote one of my greatest story series to date at that time, which I titled The Afterlife Chronicles, which started from a ‘what if I got shot at work’ kind of story into an epic battle of good and evil with the main character, myself, who had been turned into a zombie and was the focal point of ending this war.  It was a full 23 chapters long and has a sequal as well as a kind of side story, however nearly immediately after its creation, my creativity left me again.
      
      To jump a little to a different but related topic at this point, I have not always been a furry and have not always been a member of the community.  I still find some of us to be crazier than a bag of kittens after a ball of catnip, but I do have to say that I enjoy it all.  I know distinctly that it was Crowchild’s High Tail Hall- the first version- that got me into the world of the furry.  It was so different than anything I’d seen up to that point and I just fell in love with it.
      
      What really cemented me into becoming a full on member of the furry community was actually something I doubt she’d even see as monumental as it was to me.  To explain, I had joined Inkbunny about six months before this point and loved seeing all the furry art done so amazingly by so many talented artists, though I didn’t contribute anything myself.  I eventually stumbled upon an artist named Ketzio11, who drew probably the cutest and coolest art I’ve ever seen, and I know for a fact that she was the second person I ever tacked to my watch list- the first being Aval0nX.
      
      Well one night I got onto IB and discovered in my notices that she was streaming herself playing, I think it was Condemned 2.  I joined the chat and, when I saw that she was actively talking in chat, I just could not help the fanboyness.  I told her what I honestly thought, which was that she was- and still is- an amazing artist and that I love her art.  To my surprise and joy, she responded positively and kindly to the praise and that right there was the death of me.  I had heard that the furry community could be more full of hate than any white supremacy group, so I was totally blown away that she didn’t react negatively and be all bitchy.  You can thank her for everything I’ve contributed to Inkbunny since, for if she had not been so kind, I would never have worked up the courage to explore this part of me.
      
      Since that night, I’ve attended many of her streams and have delved into writing furry stories.  I wrote the Dark City story pretty soon after that night and didn’t let the lack of views get me down.  I made a lot of friends and some have helped me in vast ways.  Kitani gave me the drive to become an even better writer and also helped by giving the advice I needed to fully shake the rust off my skills in that department.  Amaterasu, who went by HinataXxXKurisu at the time I met her, has helped me improve as an artist to the point where I don’t cringe at how terrible my art is anymore. I’m actually a little proud of my most recent photo which I drew of a good friend of mine.
      
      I know I still have a long way to go, as a person, as a furry, as a writer and as a person, but I know that I will not stop striving until I can finally, Finally translate what goes on in my head down to paper- or computer screen as is most often, and I hope all of you, my beloved watchers, will stick with me through this ride towards completion of some life goals I thought I’d never achieve.
      
      Special Thanks To:
* Mom- for raising me to the best of your abilities, even though sometimes we were on totally different pages and you scarred me worse than anyone else to date.
* Nana (my father’s mother)- for taking me in when mom had given up, and for being so totally awesome as to actually give a shit if I eat every day.
* Ms. W (my English teacher waaaay back then)- for encouraging me to write and entering me in those contests, despite the fact that I didn’t place in any of them.
* Jamie Z- for being the friend I needed back in highschool when my gf tore my heart out.
* Ketzio11- for those kind words that brought me into a world I’m more comfortable with than any I’ve been in before, and for being such a fucking amazing artist that I can’t help but want to be better just so one day I can draw something that makes You happy to see.
* Kitani- for helping me better myself as a writer and as a furry writer, because reading your own works helped me with some of the parts I didn’t know how to write out.
* Amaterasu- for being kickass and helping me become better as an artist, even going so far as to let me use one of your pics for reference to learn to draw full bodies.  I still suck at feet and hands though. :P
* And finally Trinity-  cause I don’t know if you know it yet, but I forgave you a long time ago.  It helped make me into the person I am today and though I wish it hadn’t happened, I do not regret it.

If I left anyone out, I apologize.  You’re all fantastic and I’m thankful to have all of you as people I can call friends. :D