G'eve, and welcome to the realm of Zele Ðillon. Here ye shall find the Things that Intrigue Me, my Goal in Job Outcomes, My Use of Computers (my love, my passion, my life >:)  ), and My Plans for College.

        I must start out with my most favorite thing to do, role-playing. This includes such games as Werewolf: The Apocolypse (W:tA), Vampire: The Masquerade (V:tM), Advanced Dungeons and Dragons (AD&D), Diablo, Rhy'Din, and more. I have a few character descriptions of other people's characters and my own.

"My eyes trailed up the daemonic beauty before me. Her muscular, pale legs were partly covered by knee-high black leather boots. I stared at the ground briefly, noticing her silver heels crusted with the blood of old foes, and the blood of my only true love. She waved a hand, her bony pale fingers and silver claws swaying gently in a slightly seductive way. Loud screams of her many trapped victims flickered in her glowing crimson eyes. I saw their souls leaping in agony as they re-lived their horrific deaths, and my hands began to tremble. The silver Celtic cloak, that had once been resting upon her shoulders, quietly fluttered to the ground and began shifting into two separate forms. I lost my focus upon the forms as I heard a low evil chuckle escaping her deep crimson lips. My love's blood dripped from her chin in large deep crimson drops. The blood excited me, and I turned away with a wince. My head slowly glanced back to her, my eyes trailing upon her body once more. The tight black leather armour that stretched from her full, luscious breasts to muscular inner thighs accented every sensual curve of her pale evil body. I stared silently, my own fearful form reflected in the slick rising flames of silver that had clearly been melted into her armour. I heard a growl in the direction of the cloak and quickly looked down, quite alarmed. Before me stood two hellish creatures with much pride, their heads held high. Purple acidic drool dripped from their massive, fanged jaws. Their soft sapphire eyes flickered in warning, as I studied the thick charcoal black fur along their necks and slick fur along their backs. Their tails swished slightly and one snarled as two more Hellhounds approached. My eyes widened slightly as I took a step back. They looked much like the other two, same fur lining. Yet, they were a ghostly white and their piercing red eyes glowed. As I edged away, I tripped over my love's body and fell over her bloody form. The evil creature then began stretching out her twenty foot black leathery wings. I remember them blocking off the slight moonlight that had been peeking out through the tall redwood trees. Her tall form leaning over me as she raised a delicate silver brow. Her words were so evil, and they seemed to roll from her forked tongue with little concern. The words ran through my mind like an icy wind whip. 'Obiit,' she muttered, her slightly pointed ears perking as I responded with bursting into tears. My pride and honor were lost at that moment. The death of my love flashed through my mind. I heard the loud crunch of her ribs, and the shrill screams of pain she let out at her death, ringing in my mind. The creature grinned down at me slyly as she started to close her left hand into a tight fist. I started shouting and crying out as I knew 'twas my love's heart in the creature's hand. The silver and crimson linings along her wings shimmered gently. I flipped around to hold my love's body in my arms. I curled up in pain as I saw her body completely ripped up. Her once shining, loving face of peace now only a bone structure with crimson blood and bits of flesh remaining on it. I tried to grasp her warm hand, but only found a gnawed-on set of finger bones. Why had I not fought back? The anger at myself boiled. Staring at this creature's form for a mere while caused the death of my love. Thick black and light gray smoke rolled from her human-like nose, as her fiery red hair swayed along her fit jaw line and cascaded below her breasts. The Hellhounds disappeared in a set of black flames, and she took off into the starry sky. I was left with the body of my love and the downfall of my kingdom. I will never forget that night in the forest, and I warn all that dare to look upon the grace of evil. For that grace is what shall bring this realm to an end."

        Her piercing pale blue eyes peer over those present. The white and black gothic paint swirled about her face replicates the face of a cat and hawk combined. Her studded leather collar and brass knuckles shimmer gently in the dim lighting of the tavern. The silk black bra supporting her shapely breasts rests in place of a shirt, her red silk panties are seen through knife slashes in her black leather pants. A slight bulge under the bra cup of her left breast suggests a loop ring pierced into her nipple. Her back turns towards you as she makes her way to an empty seat away from the others, a large skull tattoo with brilliant colors is seen beginning to stretch between her shoulders. The skull's fangs stretch out along her back, spiked sides in a circle are set behind the skull as a base. Four horns protrude from the skull with black tips. Her strong back muscles flex as she bends her knees slightly and leaps over a chair to reach the back of the room. A knife with a sharp smooth blade is sheathed along her steel toed ankle high black leather boots. As she moves along, she passes a black light set up against the side of the wall. Being that she is wearing glow-in-the-dark contacts, her pupils appear to be yellowish glowing cat-like slits surrounded by hints of light blue. Her silky feathery raven black hair sways against her jaw line gently. The black trench coat thrown over her left shoulder trails mud along the floor, she uneasily looks around a flops into a brown wooden chair. The three silver loops in her brow shine as she quirks it slowly in the direction of the fighting drunkards. As she shakes her head gently, her hair sways back and forth against her seemingly pale cheeks. Her moist velvety pink tongue flickers out of her mouth and plays with the lip barbell ring quietly. Hearing a sudden noise, she loses concentration over her Witchblade and a green exo-skeleton forms around her. She curses softly and it slowly shifts back into a small skull ring on her right hand. Her eyes flicker unsubtley as she watches.

        He wears a leather jacket, tight leather pants, knee high laced up leather boots. He wears no shirt, the tattoo of Azhidahaaka, the Dragon of Death, which entwines him, starting at his pubis area and moves upwards, swirling around his body, its head stopping on his lower throat. He wears two chrome tipped nail gauntlets. He wears forty-one facial piercings, twelve lip rings of loops and barbells, eight silver loop eyebrow rings, four on each eyebrow. He also wears two nostril rings, two rings at the hilt of his nose (top of the nose, where it connects to the forehead), one bull ring through his septum, two silver protruding Devil horns on his forehead. Four tongue barbells, ten earrings. He also has two neck barbells that stick through the pale flesh of his neck. Two nipple rings shimmer against his bare muscular chest. His face is ominously painted in black and white Corpse paint. Dressed like that of a shriveled corpse's, he wears four inverted cross necklaces, and one each long ivory finger, he wears a different steel claw ring. He has long black sharpened fingernails. His two Vampire fangs, each are three inches long, and barbed to rip flesh. He has a perfect muscle structure. Like ivory marble and perfectly placed on his Seven foot tall body. His eyes are neon-blue faintly glowing swirling void pupils, that change with emotion. He has long pitch black silky shimmering hair that reaches down to his nipple piercings. He is Fourth Generation Barahmaparush Vampire, which makes him Half-God. He serves the Ancient Ones of Darkness. He serves Darkness and Evil. Chaotic Eternal. Supreme Vampiric Evil.

        With his figure outlined by a distant fiery glow, there stood the most horrible creature that has ever crossed my path. His blood red armour showed off long, thick, rusted chains, black metal hoses, and decorated skulls from battles fought long ago. The sinister face of Khorne formed into his brown helmet. Two large rune covered spires rose skyward into the starlit darkness. The armour breathed a fowl hatred in my direction. Two pipes stretched from behind him with stability as his clawed arms reached out. His spiked fists held a battered chainaxe, rusted with time and with the blood of my fallen brothers. The other fist gripped the crushed helmet of a poor soul that I had once called my friend. I shall never forget that moment.

        My first encounter with role-playing came from America Online. I was a curious twelve year-old girl eager to get on the Internet as soon as possible. An online friend told me about a Chat Room in which "freaky" people were talking in. I checked out the Chat Room and declined typing out, "Hi, people." Instead, I quietly sat at the computer and observed what they were doing. Two colons were lined up on either side of their actions, for example "::sits down::". I looked over their profiles and found interesting descriptions. I zipped offline and created a new Screen Name for a character. This character was named Empty Soul. Ideas flowed throughout my mind as I contemplated what her background would be.

        I gradually became better at role-playing by adding more and more detailed descriptions of my characters. I currently have five role-playing characters online. They include a vampire/dragon, gothic punk Brujah vampire, dark angel, grunge punk human, and a human of light alignment. A good strategy to use is to change your characters around regularly and work with different concepts. This way, you always have something new to work with and you will never reach the horrible realm of boredom. I have had griffin/elf, gargoyle, philly, dragon, and goblin characters.

        My first time role-playing with others face to face came due to meeting a seventeen year-old HilHigh student who is a friend of my neighbor and computer expert, Adam. He knew that I liked to role-play, so he invited me to his Birthday party at his place to play Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. I met about three other people that I had never been around before. There were a total of seven of us playing. My first Advanced Dungeons and Dragons character was a Silver Dragon. She was a new born and could not use magic. However, she was extremely powerful. I believe that my seventeen year-old friend, Ryan, was having fun with his own Gold Dragon character. We were the only dragons and could have wiped out the whole entire campaign with our fire and ice flames. Ryan was and still is a munchkin. He chooses characters that are way too powerful and always finds his way out of having his character hurt by some other monster that tromps along. That is, until I was the Game Master. >:}. The GM, or Game Master, controls the actions of the monsters that we come by. For example, if we were to walk into a dark cavern, the GM would say, "You hear a slight movement behind you in the darkness." The players of the characters act upon this by most often saying, "I turn around." This brings us to combat.

        It takes awhile to memorize the dice system due to the confusion that most find. Each different weapon has a different set of dice. For example, if you were to throw a dagger at someone, you would have to roll one die with four sides. If you were to roll a three, three hit points would be taken away from the creature. Hit points imply the amount of life each creature has. The combat ceases when the creature loses all of its hit points. Most often you will run into a large group of creatures to make the combat more of a challenge. I first became a GM with playing a White Wolf product called Vampire: The Masquerade. White Wolf created such role-playing games as Werewolf, Mage, and Changeling. I have several books on Vampire and Changeling. It began when we had been playing Rifts. Rifts is a lot like Advanced Dungeons and Dragons, but it is set in the future. You can have anything from a Nano Technology character base to a Force-User from Star Wars. We eventually became tired of playing Rifts after about six hours of straight on role-playing. I happened to have my Vampire books handy at the time and we decided to let me try out as the GM. I tied together Rhy'Din, the realm of role-playing on America Online, and Vampire. There are separate clans of vampires that have separate abilities and ways of acting. Every clan is expected to follow the Masq which is the rule to hide all vampiric activities from mortals. If they are open about being a vampire, then the Prince or Elder will have that vampire killed as well as their Sire and Get. A sire is the one who drains the mortal of their blood and lets the mortal drink their blood. By transferring the blood, the mortal becomes a full blooded vampire to the clan of the Sire. If the Sire is a Brujah, then the Get becomes a Brujah. A Get is the mortal that a vampire sires. In the game there were three Brujahs, one Tremere, and one Malkavian. The Brujahs normally wear leather and have extremely quick tempers. They are the anarchists who rival against the Masquerade. The Tremeres are the ones who are known as the magicians. They are mysterious and often pull a rabbit out of a top hat or make things swirl around magically. Malkavian vampires are just insane. They do not even believe that they have a clan. They normally have split personalities and search for an asylum to live in. With this mix of characters, I sent them off on an exciting adventure to hunt down one named Stone Jackal. He was causing chaos in RhyDin by kidnapping some members of the Starlighter's Inc. The Starlighter's Incorporated is a group made up of mercenaries, bounty hunters, smugglers, and thieves. Bobba Fhet was sent out to kill Stone Jackal. Unfortunately, Jackal killed him first. The campaign continued, and since then I have expanded to create a Rhy'Din game all by itself. The dice system is a lot different from AD&D, yet works well.

        After role-playing, I have come to find that writing fantasy stories is a lot easier and ideas flow out of my head at random. The importance of memorizing the rules of each game have expanded my mind in the ability of memorizing, and I find that escaping from reality helps a lot.

        I was born at 2:20 p.m. on March Fourteenth, 1984. Thus, making me a pisces. I like to look into astrology and such. I am also a Rat in the Chinese Zodiac table. I have the characters of each to help tell you what kind of person I am.

Pisces, the extreme, sensitive and unusual. You desperately want to do the right thing, however this is not always easy for you as you must follow that small voice within you for good or bad. To constrict your uniqueness would make you extremely unhappy.

You like to drift into a dream world where you can forget the harsher realities of life. You have a great deal of charm, humor and sympathy which enables you to open doors that others are not capable of. You are very creative, however due to your escapist tendencies you often don't obtain your goals and objectives.

You are difficult to understand due to your innate ability to use emotional blackmail in order to get what you want. If denied you can revert to over-indulgence which is really a double edged sword no matter how you look at it. You must help yourself by developing your creative talents. You tend to play mind games with those that get close to you.

You are sentimental, affectionate and sensation-seeking when it comes to the heart. Your moods alternate to extremes, therefore it is difficult to get the same impression twice. You are a chameleon, you invariably change your mannerisms, imitating whoever you are in contact with. When alone you are quite unique.

You are feminine, intuitive, responsive and sensual. You are drawn to the creative or occult subjects. You are empathetic to those who have problems, therefore you often get used. You are a great one for fantasizing and in fact acting out your desires.

Your biggest problem is that you tend to pick the wrong mate, resulting in the need to have extra marital affairs in order to receive the affection necessary for your survival. You are also prone to tears and extremely good at using emotional blackmail.

Rats are born under the sign of charm. They are warm hearted folk and their passionate personality is dominated by a sense of urgency. This means that Rats are greedy for life, looking to experience every moment to the full. Above all, the Rat is a supreme opportunist who lives for the moment and seldom plans for tomorrow. Rats are led by their highly developed senses which as a rule have little or no regard for the hands of the clock. but when they grow introverted, free-wheeling Rats become obsessed by time-keeping and their open sense of humour vanishes completely.

When plans go badly wrong or when they suffer a bad reversal, the normally outgoing Rat is the first to find fault. At times as these, the Rat's sometimes shallow outlook will get the better of them and they will grumble endlessly. All Rats have an undercurrent of aggression of which frequently expresses itself in fretting over details and being ultra-concerned with trivialities. In extreme cases, Rats in distress may become preoccupied by making plans and sticking to them at all costs. Their charm and easy going manner is replaced by a tenacious stubbornness that nothing will overturn.

Rats seldom care much for possessions. If they have a full larder it doesn't often stay that way. Rats are not built for hard slog and when they make money it is usually as a result of their wits. As a general rule Rats can deny themselves nothing. Quick witted, Rats have a sharp eye for detail, which provides them with a head start in business. In the animals, legend has it that the Buffalo, being the most powerful, was the first to arrive but the Rat piped him to the post. Waiting till the last minute, the opportunist Rat, ran up the Buffalo's tail, over his back and down his nose, to become the first at Buddha's door. It is said that the Buffalo has yet to forgive the Rat.

Those born under the sign of the Rat make uncritical friends whose advice is sound, well intentioned and always worth taking. In their life Rats are devoted to their children, although the Rat parents tend to fret more than plan for their offspring's well being. The Rats home is usually comfortable rather than fashionable, with money going into the wine cellar as opposed to the wall-to-wall carpet. In work Rats prefer flexitime and avoid routine whenever possible. Rats are ideal critics, capable of clear, subjective judgement. Uncluttered by lofty principles, a Rat gets to the heart of the matter in a flash. In the east terms as "Rat race" and "dirty Rat" are unknown and Rats are rightly considered to be creatures of great intelligence.

The three phases of the Rats life are marked by an easy childhood but a difficult middle period in which romance and financial problems frequently abound. In the middle stage the Chinese warn that a Rat might meet a sudden and violent end. However, with their senses less demanding, old age is kinder to the restless and ruthless Rat. Even Rats with no more than an old age pension are sure to find the bags of grain in the barn full sweet and plentiful.

I also find interest in Anime and Star Wars. My links are full of several different sites.

        I have come to realize that with the growing world of technology, I ought to go into computers. I love computers and the way they work, playing around with the different options. I enjoy creating Web Pages and plan to make myself a Web Paging business. As says the following advertizement.

     "BAD Productions specializes in web page design for academic content including course syllabi, department and program descriptions, curricula, conferences, and professional vitae. If you are interested in getting information onto the Internet, please send a brief description of your needs to BAD Productions. We will assess those needs and propose a deal to get you online fast."

        I hope to receive Adobe Photoshop for my birthday as well as some Web Page designing courses. Perhaps, I can work on my graphic designing skills and really pull together a nice job. I -love- making Web Pages anyhow!

        I mainly use my computer for role-playing on AOL and creating Web Pages for my characters. Surfing the 'net is one of my main hobbies. I find much information for school projects and enjoy looking through the artistic creations of others. I have accessed to the Internet through my computer at home. My lovey dovey Packard Bell... Hee, hee.

       While in high school, I plan on taking courses at Portland Communty College (PCC), and then moving on to Portland State University after I graduate from high school. I plan on going to the Rock Creek campus due to its close location and nice surroundings. I am currently looking into Computer, Art, and Photography courses to have fun with. Due to the fact that Hillsboro is only a half-an-hour drive from downtown Portland without traffic, I could easily find a place within this city or continue to stay home for a couple years until I am able to shot off on my own.