So. Beast went onto this Chatzy chatroom for NaNoers. She was having a grand time, chatting with her buddies, when someone gets the idea to bring characters in. Beast dragged me into the chatroom, and her buddy known as Denim dragged in her character Lysander.
I tried to flirt with Lysander at first, I admit. He stomped on my foot and called me a filthy vermin in response. Which explains why I don't like him. At all. So I figured Beast wouldn't like him, since she's normally pretty protective of her characters, me especially.
She was kind of wary of him at first, but then next thing you know, she goes over and hugs him randomly because she felt like it. I expected him to get upset.
He smiled and hugged her back.
Next thing you know, they're snuggling, Beast is kissing his cheek, he's patting her head, etc, etc. I couldn't believe it. My authoress, totally infatuated, with someone else's character! And acting like a blushing schoolgirl. So I left and headed into another chatroom they had set up for the characters. I had a fun time in there. I met a very sweet, cute girl named Alice. We had a great time.
So then I find out something. My authoress and Lysander have become an item. THEY'RE DATING. He's not even real! I just don't get this. It's madness. This is Madness! (cue the "this is Sparta" comments.)
Anyways, I should wrap up this blog post. It's a rant, and some people just don't like rants.
See ya next time, my readers~ *wink*
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Backstory.
Hello there, Matthias again. Did you miss me? *wink*
Anyways, Beast said I should tell you guys my backstory. So that's what I'm about to do.
I was born in Fulda, Germany, to a woman named Veronika Glacian and a man named Marcel Désiré (I know, that last name makes me laugh a little bit too. Thank god I was an illegitimate kid, I don't think I could ever bear having that last name. No one would take me seriously and my charming personality would be so under-appreciated. In my opinion, people still don't appreciate it enough, but I suppose it would be worse if I had a last name like that). My parents never married, but they remained close friends, and five years later they also had my little sister, Maia. Now, I know that in most families, it is very common for siblings to be bitter rivals. However, me and Maia were very close. She looked up to me, and I did my best to protect her. I admit, I indulged her a bit too much some times. I still do.
When I was twelve and Maia was seven, our parents were killed in a car crash. It was very hard on us, because we, who spoke very little English, suddenly had to go to the United States to live with our Uncle and cousin. Our uncle Maurus is a rather interesting man. He's seven eighths Egyptian and the rest of him is French, but his Egyptian blood shows through the most, with his dark skin and dark hair. His son Sinclair is practically the opposite of him, with soft blond hair and clear blue eyes and skin as pale as it gets while still being healthy.
And so, we were raised by uncle Maurus from that point on. Sinclair and I formed a very close bond, and together we were known to spoil Maia and hang out talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Sinclair's dream was to be a professional vocalist and Pianist, a goal he has achieved. Which is no surprise, because his voice and piano playing are pretty freakin' amazing.
What was my life goal? Well, throughout most of my life, I was undecided. Then I went to a college that had a very good arts program, and on a dare I took a fashion design program.
I loved it.
I know, it sounds rather weird. But I've always been rather self conscious about my looks, and I do admit I'm not afraid to dabble in cosmetics. So I continued with that program, as well as majoring in the field of business administration I had chosen when I entered college. When I graduated, I wasted no time starting up my very own gothic fashion line, which has grown into a rather large enterprise with great success.
Well, that is my backstory. I'm sure you all were absolutely riveted by it. After all, who wouldn't be interested in moi? *wink wink*
Anyways, Beast said I should tell you guys my backstory. So that's what I'm about to do.
I was born in Fulda, Germany, to a woman named Veronika Glacian and a man named Marcel Désiré (I know, that last name makes me laugh a little bit too. Thank god I was an illegitimate kid, I don't think I could ever bear having that last name. No one would take me seriously and my charming personality would be so under-appreciated. In my opinion, people still don't appreciate it enough, but I suppose it would be worse if I had a last name like that). My parents never married, but they remained close friends, and five years later they also had my little sister, Maia. Now, I know that in most families, it is very common for siblings to be bitter rivals. However, me and Maia were very close. She looked up to me, and I did my best to protect her. I admit, I indulged her a bit too much some times. I still do.
When I was twelve and Maia was seven, our parents were killed in a car crash. It was very hard on us, because we, who spoke very little English, suddenly had to go to the United States to live with our Uncle and cousin. Our uncle Maurus is a rather interesting man. He's seven eighths Egyptian and the rest of him is French, but his Egyptian blood shows through the most, with his dark skin and dark hair. His son Sinclair is practically the opposite of him, with soft blond hair and clear blue eyes and skin as pale as it gets while still being healthy.
And so, we were raised by uncle Maurus from that point on. Sinclair and I formed a very close bond, and together we were known to spoil Maia and hang out talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Sinclair's dream was to be a professional vocalist and Pianist, a goal he has achieved. Which is no surprise, because his voice and piano playing are pretty freakin' amazing.
What was my life goal? Well, throughout most of my life, I was undecided. Then I went to a college that had a very good arts program, and on a dare I took a fashion design program.
I loved it.
I know, it sounds rather weird. But I've always been rather self conscious about my looks, and I do admit I'm not afraid to dabble in cosmetics. So I continued with that program, as well as majoring in the field of business administration I had chosen when I entered college. When I graduated, I wasted no time starting up my very own gothic fashion line, which has grown into a rather large enterprise with great success.
Well, that is my backstory. I'm sure you all were absolutely riveted by it. After all, who wouldn't be interested in moi? *wink wink*
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Commissions, Theme Songs and a Lot of Narcissism
Well hello again. This is Matthias, as I'm sure you guessed. I figured that to start off this blog, you should know some general things about me. So! Let's begin with my appearance, shall we?
That particular image is a commission of me my author ordered. She chose the cheap style because she liked it best. It is rather interesting, isn't it? Noticed those sculpted abs. Beautiful, aren't they?
Now then, on to the next item of discussion listed in the title. Theme songs. You see, I have what my author describes as a "Guardian Angel Complex." I feel the need to protect everyone close to me, no matter what the cost. I can be manipulated that way, though. So the first song she chose as my theme? "Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
And what song did she choose next? A song she just heard today for the first time, which captured my flamboyant personality and darker side perfectly..."Land of the Dead" by Voltaire.
Well, now that all this is over with, I'm going to take my leave and force Beast to do some more writing. Ciao~!
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| Yes, this charming man is indeed me. Like what you see? *wink* |
That particular image is a commission of me my author ordered. She chose the cheap style because she liked it best. It is rather interesting, isn't it? Noticed those sculpted abs. Beautiful, aren't they?
Now then, on to the next item of discussion listed in the title. Theme songs. You see, I have what my author describes as a "Guardian Angel Complex." I feel the need to protect everyone close to me, no matter what the cost. I can be manipulated that way, though. So the first song she chose as my theme? "Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
And what song did she choose next? A song she just heard today for the first time, which captured my flamboyant personality and darker side perfectly..."Land of the Dead" by Voltaire.
Well, now that all this is over with, I'm going to take my leave and force Beast to do some more writing. Ciao~!
Greetings.
Hello to all of you. My name is Matthias Andreas Glacian. I am a twenty-four-year-old male who has been gifted with devilishly good looks and a sharp wit and cursed with the fact that I am not a real person.
Yes, you read that right.
I hold the title of Muse for a young writer who goes by the alias of "Beast." If she lacks ideas, I chuck a handful of them at her face and tell her to stop slacking and write me into some stories. My latest idea I chucked at her was to start a blog for me. Because wouldn't it be amusing to read about the exploits of an imaginary person cursed to be stuck inside the head of a teenage girl? Much more amusing than reading about the teenage girl's daily life, in my opinion.
But I digress. It is a pleasure to meet you, all of you. This blog shall become a chronicle for all my adventures, mishaps, and most likely a lot of pictures of my super awesome good looks.
Sadly I must end there, as I need to calm down my authoress, who is currently threatening me with a frying pan for being a narcissist. Au revoir!
Yes, you read that right.
I hold the title of Muse for a young writer who goes by the alias of "Beast." If she lacks ideas, I chuck a handful of them at her face and tell her to stop slacking and write me into some stories. My latest idea I chucked at her was to start a blog for me. Because wouldn't it be amusing to read about the exploits of an imaginary person cursed to be stuck inside the head of a teenage girl? Much more amusing than reading about the teenage girl's daily life, in my opinion.
But I digress. It is a pleasure to meet you, all of you. This blog shall become a chronicle for all my adventures, mishaps, and most likely a lot of pictures of my super awesome good looks.
Sadly I must end there, as I need to calm down my authoress, who is currently threatening me with a frying pan for being a narcissist. Au revoir!
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