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The Perowa race, evolved from the Peregrine Falcon, were the first sub race of Neer to come in contact with Humans and Elves. The initial reaction was open hostility towards the two races for trespassing on their breeding grounds. As a result, the first war between Neer, outside from interracial wars, ensued, leaving the Humans and Elves with an ugly impression of savagery and brutality, and the Perowa with much fewer numbers.

The Perowa are a migratory race, flying from one area to another according to the season. For the most part, Perowa live on mountain sides, their houses being hastily constructed domes made of cottonwood poles, thatched with grass.

The diet of the Perowa tribe is a simple one, consisting mostly of deer, coyote, rabbits, and large birds. Members generally hunt together in small groups of three or four. Indeed, hunting is the mark of the Perowa, the symbol of their strength and cunning. Men advance in Perowa society by collecting token's of their prey. Leader's are born through hunting parties, to lead their tribes in both politics and war.

The women stay behind to make clothing and raise children, but also practice in medicine and religious festivals.

Members of the Perowa tribe are natural born enemies to member of the Fox tribe, their ancient ancestors both hunter and prey to one another. Thus, war is not uncommon between the two races.

The Perowa are devoutly religious, believing themselves to be the first people. They observe many holidays which take place after sunset around fires, large dance and song circles surrounding the fires.

The Gwincia race, those resembling snow leopards, live on the high, frigid, unforgiving mountains on the northern part of Segicion. Their homes consist of portable dome-shaped skin houses and rectangular log houses roofed with moss. In the heart of harsh blizzards, it is not uncommon for families to take shelter in caves. In the warmer, traveling seasons they use canvas tents made from the skins of caribou.

Their diet consists mainly of meat, the hunters in tribes being the most important members. Prestige within the tribe is gained through hunting, the strongest, fastest, and greatest of hunters in a tribe often becoming chief. Women and children may sometimes hunt for birds, rabbits, fish, and other small game, while the men focus on hunting, in packs, large and dangerous animals, such as caribou, rams, moose, and the occasional bear. If those are scarce, the men join the women and children in hunting small game.

The women mostly stay within the home grounds of the village to make clothing, prepare food, heal the wounded, take care of the sick and elderly, and raise children, though it is not unheard of for a female to be just a fierce as a male.

Gwincia travel in tribes between their races, relations varying from tribe to tribe. Some make agreements on appropiate hunting ground, sometimes allying with each other to come to one another's aid if a third party attempts to trespass on either of their grounds.

The Gwincia way of warfare is brutally efficient and fearsome. Groups of men will run at full speed towards their targets, often using all four legs, and leap great lengths to tackle and pounce on their enemy (up to 50 feet). Once they have broken through the enemy lines, they claw, and strike, and bite with sharp fangs and claws and strong muscles.

Shamanism is not uncommon in with the Gwincia race, though they do not bear any importance within the culture. The Gwincia have no established religion or belief system though they do have some superstitions and mythology.

Clothing is similar to this (upper right hand corner): www.nativetech.org/clothing/regions/regn13.html

If you do not know what a snow leopard looks like: animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/snow-leopard.html

Heather Dale makes me want to join a troupe of traveling bards.

Yeah, I love the itunes giftcard I got and am now obsessed with Road to Santiago.

And now I will kill anyone who compares me to Sir Lancelot.

Curses and praises to you Heather.

I guess I'm using her music to fill the gap that Anthony Warlow (Jekyll and Hyde) once filled. I feel empty and sad inside whenever I hear one of the songs knowing that I will never be able to be in that musical unless I just went straight to broadway where my slight acting and singing talents would be nothing. So now I am left with the void of a dream that will never be fulfilled.

But then I am left to remember The Alchemist in which the crystal and glass salesmen dreamed fo going to Meca, but when he finally had the means to journey, he replied "But if I go, the dream will become reality and then my life is less worth living. For we live for our dreams and fantasize about them, but when fulfilled, we are left with nothing and often dissapointed because reality is not how we imagined it." (not an exact quote since I have not read it since last year, but I got the main point of it).

So perhaps the bastard Mr. Mosely has given me a gift not casting those who are self trained singers who can't properly read music.

K yle Anderson

Profession: Insanity magnet, techie, part-time actor, therapist, poet, and now...
marriage counselor (or the nonmarried equivalent)

yeah, bunch of crap today.

  Sometimes life can be too much to bear. After AP exams, I thought life would be easier, but it's not. I have to put up with my sister's emtional baggage about her ex-drug addict who's in prison, I have to put up with my mom's baggage about work and getting her surgeries, all this added with the baggage my friends give me.

And being a nice guy doesn't help. I like doing good things for people and I am happy to be generous, but it seems to go unnoticed. I don't want anything in return, except the knowledge that they'de be there for me if I needed it, and that they appreciate what I do, and say "thank you."

School isn't elping either. I'm loaded up with alll this schoolwork and my mom is pressuring me to do well. It just makes me want to scream out "I get it! Just leave me alone and let me sort through all the baggage you people give me!"

I'm always willing to help people, but everyones giving me the impression that they think I can take on the world.

I can't...

I am only human.

I seriously think I have some kind of curse placed upon me. Anytime I try to paint any set piece (or prop) I always get paint on me.

The level of paint usually varies meaning it can be a little or a lot, on my skin or on my clothes if I was stupid to not put a paint suit on. But today was different.

Today...I got paint in my hair.

I do not know HOW or WHY paint got in my hair, I just noticed some blueish-purple hairs in my face. I was able to wash it off quickly enough, but boy did I feel stuupidd. 

Oh yeah, and my theatre class is full of douche bags.

 No matter how bad it is
I can never change the past
You know if I could
I would do it all for you

I'm sorry if what I've done
Scares you at all
The last thing I want to do
Is do something
That causes me to lose you

So if my past offends you
I hope you can give me a chance
to be forgiven

While I may not be able to change my past
I will do all that I can
To make up for it

This is most of what I have to say on the matter. I will put this on hold and give you yours space now. I will be gone for most of spring break anyway. Maybe we will talk about this later, maybe we won't. I hope to see you again on much better terms. Goodbye for now. I still love you.

Once.

Independent Irish movie I saw on St. Patty's Day. Basically a modern musical.
Friends... It is very rare for me to be "moved" by something.

But this movie just GOT to me!
I wasn't on the brink of tears or anything but the music was just so great that I was in awe. If you see this movie and are not propelled to get the soundtrack, there's something wrong with you. Damn right it got some acedemy award!

It also got me thinking of this other movie that was half an hour long and done in anime style called "Voices of a Distant Star."

Really breathtaking and one of the few movies that has ever made me cry. Not enough time to give a summary, but take my word that it's a good rent.

That's all for tonight, bye now.

 Coming these past few months, there is so much I have that I am truly thankful for that I wish I had back in my slump in middle school.

People that will always be there for me, those who will shadow the bad times with great times, even songs that lift my spirits and remind me that life is SO worth living.

This is mostly set off by Flogging Molly's song "Float," which hits pretty close to home and reminds me of life. "Live, that's all you can." As they say in the song. The me then and the me now can be expressed as "Tomorrow smells of less decay..."

Times may have been bad then, but now, I am Truly happy with life, and the bad things are just a distant memory.

Sorry for such a depressining rant, but I need to vent, and I'm bored.

But the album Float was a great gift from my mom as an early St. Patty's Day gift.

Better go practice my Irish accent and get preperations ready for St. PAtty's Day, such as collecting all the Irish songs I have, and get ready for corned beef.

Happy Pi Day!

reposted this for the video.

enjoy the epicness. 

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The fight scene on closing night of romeo and juliet. So worth it! Fwee, the guy who played Tybalt, wasn't supposed to take 2 swords like he wanted but I guess we were lucky that he did.

Exactly how do I post just the video anyway?

I am completely free from working on Romeo and Juliet! 
No more hands becoming sore from lifting the bed over and over. 
No more panicing because the big piece groans when it is moved. 
No more having to listen to the two pathetic, emo wimps (Romeo and Juliet) overreact. 
NO MORE DEALING WITH ACTORS!

So yeah, I'm happy about that and being able to finally get a good nights sleep after 4 night in a row of shift duty. I love my "job" but it does get tiring and after the second to third time of seeing a play it gets kind of old. I'm practically just going to have today be my "dead" day.

Been getting a lot of new music because of limewire. Recently downloaded a crap load of Bon Jovi stuff.

And Flogging Molly has a new album! Someone put it on through the sound board after the show last night and it sounded really good. Maybe I'll buy this one and NOT be dissapointed in it like 30 seconds to mars.

Gamefly STILL hasn't deliverd Lost Odyssey but deliverd Wild Arms 5 instead, which is suprisingly good, especially since it's their first game with voice overs. 

I just can't be inspired anymore. It's sad really. It's like I lost all creativity and whenever I do feel creative, it's only for poetry and such. When I watch anime and play video games now, I don't think in terms of "could I use this?" instead  just enjoy whatever it is I am doing, which, in itself, is a good thing, but I used to derive such pleasure from taking something and turning it into something completely different that was my own. 

Maybe it's time I found some other "muse" so to speak.

Been thinking about taking up some weapon or another to help me out, but then I remind myself of who I am and how much of a wimp I am so that's out of the question. If anyone knows of a good weapon for a 120 pound twig with little hand-eye coordination and moderately slow reflexes, then by all means sign me up.

Damn gamefly didn't deliver Lost Odyssey obviously. Bastards... got Soul Nomad and the World Eaters instead which is pretty godd, and funny at times.

Got limewire after reccomendations from my girlfriend, and found all kinds of music I couldn't get before. And I don't have to restrain myself in what I download since it's free, so that's pretty cool.

Sorry for the long and disorganized rant, just bored and tired is all.

 Ah man, I can't wait for Lost Odyssey to come out. I just saw a commercial for it and it looks awesome (althought the main character looks a bit like the main character from Shadow of the Colossus). The graphics look amazing but that is to be expected since it's 360 and the story sounds quite interesting (how many games let you play as a 1000 year old immortal). But most of all IT'S FOUR DISCS LONG! Either most of that is data used for the advanced graphics or this game is going to keep me going for a while. So I'm happy for that.

Plus it seems it will inspire me which is good since modern games haven't impressed me as of late.

Drivings getting to be much easier, despite the fact my hands still sweat like mad. And I'm finally watching Naruto: Shippuden. Other than that, same old, same old, with the exceptions of the trips down memory lane ( Outlaw Star).

 And my mom and I are going to watch the Acedemic Triathalon!

Up yours American society!

  I've survived my second driving lesson!!! Hurray! and with no propert damage! Now I just have to go through one more driving lesson and 40 hours of day driving and 10 hours of night driving with mom. Really looking foward to that (sarcasm).

 Had a bit of a break down yesterday but I was able to get through it thanks to my sweet metaphorical sister and girlfriend. I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH (but in different ways)! I'm feeling much better today now.

 Here I introduce myself as Sazuke! Well he basically is the side of me veryone sees. I kinda describe myself as having two sides to me. Sazuke (Sa-zoo-key), the kind, sensitive, political and philosophical fun-loving nerd that everyone sees. Then there Hylus (Hee-lus), the ruthless warrior inside of me who will work for the "greater good" at any cost and is willing to kill if need be and is best friends with Machiavelli (try reading The Prince). No one has ever seen the Hylus side of me, and hopefully no one ever will. He just stays in my thoughts like a good persona. NO I DO NOT HAVE MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER NOR AM I SKITSOPHRENIC! I am crazy though, just in a safe and fun way. So once again, hello everyone and sorry for the creepy introduction of myself! In real life I just say my real name and shake your hand.