Bio: Years 1-6 I was born on the 27th of January. Not a very eventful day, though it was a Friday, so I at least have that. I was given quite possibly the most boring name on earth, Paul. I was told that when I was just born I acted like a crazy person every time I did or saw something new and exciting, which I'm pretty sure I still do today. I am also the oldest child of my family. At the age of two, I was introduced to video games through the Sega Genesis, an old one that my Dad had around and wanted me to try. I played Sonic 1 and 2 to near death as a child, and I can beat each within the time-span of an hour now. That was a fairly momentous occasion, as it really led to my love of my parents. I wasn't allowed to play on my Dad's PS1 though because he told me that all of the games on it were for adults, even though he had Rayman on there. At the age of 3, my first younger brother was born. He is a quadriplegic, and also has the mental age of a 6 year old that cannot talk despite the fact that he's 15 now. I also really liked fishing at this age for some reason, and I was just starting to get into cartoons, my favorite being Scooby-Doo at the time. The crowning triumph of my early life had to be age 4. The Xbox and PS2 are released in 2002, and I was told that I could have both, though I only ever played the Xbox, and my dad hogged the PS2 all day. The very first game I have vivid memories of playing was Jet Set Radio Future on the Xbox, so I will literally never forget that game so long as I live. This was also the age that I discovered Arcades and Toonami, only a little bit before both of them really died out. At 5, my next little brother was born as a sort of apology that my first brother couldn't ever play with me due to his complications. This brother I have an extreme love/hate relationship with. I also moved from Midvale Utah, over to Cedar Hills Utah because we were stuck in a little 3 bedroom house and had to move to a 5 bedroom house. Age 6. The year of Dungeons and Dragons, anime, and a now deceased best-friend. I loved the idea of Dungeons and Dragons as a kid, and I actually kind of liked the math behind it as well. I always played the starter edition with my cousins whenever I came over to their place, and I loved the sorcerer class. I also realized that anime comes from Japan at this age, and not that everything in the world was made in America. Then, I made friends with a homeless girl who lived down the street with long un-kempt black hair and the warmest smile you'd ever see in your life, who continued to live for quite a while only because I would go down almost every day and have dinner with her. She always wore this weird looking ring around her almost bony fingers, that she never explained even as we got older. She was the same age as I and I didn't think that I was the only one keeping her alive at the time, I just thought she liked the park a lot. Those middle years absolutely no one likes talking about. Years 7-12 At age 7, I became way adventurous and liked to explore the mountains near my house with my new-found best-friend, who's name I'm withholding because she means that much to me after her death. I didn't really like school all too much so our "dragon adventures" as I called them, helped me out a lot. I got into writing a bit by being really good at spelling. I won the spelling bee for my grade range, which I was super proud of. When age 8 rolled around, I felt a lot more responsible. Winter became a time I could also start to go out a lot more and hang out with my best-friend. I had a firm understanding on what was expected of me, and I started to read heavily into comics and manga. I also developed a love for fighting games due to the arcade scene. I played a ton of video games and got my own PC, which I loaded with viruses constantly because I thought I was the millionth visitor to a website. Age 9 was fairly uneventful, I did a lot of stupid stuff, and nearly got me and my friend killed a few times because of us getting lost in the mountains at night. Age 10. My friend was adopted into my family, as I never knew she was actually homeless until then as she never told me. The only reason she was adopted was because I brought her home one day and my parents realized what she was. They found her files, and saw that she was disowned by abusive parents, and left to fend for herself in our park. We welcomed her as a part of our family, and we made a pact to always be friends. Age 11. I GM'ed my first D&D session. It was a train wreck, but I learned a lot about the numbers and severe intricacy's that D&D needed in order to work. Life was fairly normal, and not much new happened. I got less into cartoons, and way more into comics and manga, as well as creating a love for reading. Age 12. Warning: You are about to hear the recalling of a tragic death. If you do not care to know about me this much, just skip this year, as it will be entirely dedicated towards this moment in my life. Me and my best-friend were on a field trip in Salt Lake City to the planetarium. We brought along our Gameboy Advance's and got separated from the group because we were too distracted playing Pokemon. We wandered into the absolute worst block in the city, and payed for it. A man talked us into following him, as he said he would "take us back to our group." We were scared, so we easily followed. The man took us to an alley, and told us to go deeper into it. I was afraid of the dark, but I went in because I knew my group would be on the other side. Or, so he told us. A friend of his jumped me, and I was tackled onto the ground. My friend tried to help me, but she was held up against the wall by the other man. Who had a knife. The other man held my eyes open, and He slit her throat, as slowly as he could possibly until her attempts at screams stopped. I tried at my hardest to help her, but I was pinned down too well. I had to witness my best friend's death, and I thought mine was next. I was stabbed in the upper thigh, lower stomach, and passed out. I woke up in the hospital, and I was only found because the blood from my friend leaked into the streets. All I remembered saying was "is she still alive? She can't be dead." Age 13 to now. I joined my first online RP, and tried to learn the ropes as best I could with what experience I had with D&D. I had to tweak things, a lot, and was lucky to have forum members that were so incredibly helpful to me. I was still reeling from the shock I experienced a year ago, and was told I would experience severe depression at some point in the next following years, once I was past the acceptance stage of her death. I was stuck on anger for a very long time. I played a lot of video games and started to stay indoors a lot more because of my experience. I made more than just a single friend, though these were extremely artificial compared to her. When age 14 rolled around, I had already been a part of four forum based RPs and they were really growing onto me. I slowly started to drift away from D&D at this point as well. With sessions becoming much rarer. Life was fairly alright, and I never experienced many problems with school, though I always opted out of field trips even if they would give me a lot of points. Age 15, the day I nearly died again. So, I got my learner's permit to drive a car, and I decided to roll around to Wal-mart with my Dad. He waited inside the car, while I went to go inside. There was only one cashier, and I was the only other person there. I was supposed to grab some drugs for my sick brother as quick as I could, but ended up being held at gunpoint by the cashier. The guy demanded all of my money, and had a fairly intimidating revolver pointed squarely at my forehead. I was taking psychology at the time, so i tried to talk him out of it. After a while of talking I was told afterwards that my Dad called the cops, the swat team showed up and stealthily tazed the guy from behind. That was essentially the extent of important events for that year. Age 16, that depression finally caught up to me, and triggered when I found a time-capsule made by me and my best friend when were both ten. Pictures, little things I wanted to my older self to know. A lock of each of our own hairs, (for cloning purposes of course.) and what broke the straw for me was an audio recording of her singing Silent Night. I didn't have the energy to get out of bed for two weeks, before my anti-depressants started to work. Though, almost any mention of her almost made me dive back into it. (I've been diagnosed as perfectly okay now. And have almost no chance of that depression ever relapsing again.) I also joined Tek's RP a month after that happened. Now. Um, I've joined two RPs so far. Got a WiiU, Xbox One, and PS4, all payed for by my own money. I've also been upgrading my PC recently. Nothing much else.