Soloma

Wannabe pictorial-depicter who let way to much rust cake his pencil during post-secondary. Has been known to flake off the rust from time to time.

To the fount is brought an eternal water, life itself.
To the water a drop of blood, tarnished by time and works.
I turn from works of flame, which singe and destroy in mock purity.
I will value the lesson of the fount, to be as enduring as stone.
I will value the lesson of the water, to remain cleansed and pure.
My blood is given to be made as clean as ice, my body refreshed.
As grit wiped away from ice, my forgotten light will gleam.
The blood reclaimed to bring its message to my whole.
I will not fear the strength of others, my light is with me.
The glistening blade, mother of fire unleashed, I will awaken.

Kellishian Chant of the Fount.
Soloma

Current Residence: Canada
Favourite genre of music: Anything playing in the background of a memorable game.
Favourite style of art: Traditional
Operating System: Linux/Windows XP
Shell of choice: Clicky-Pointy
Wallpaper of choice: Deep coloured, finely detailed.
Favourite cartoon character: Jenny
Personal Quote: "All for naught, or not at all."