
Username: Hobbit Geek
Name: "Hello, my name is Emrys. Yes its not a very common name, but I like it that way. It shows I'm unique and the meaning of the name is immortal one so I think it suits me very well. Now there are a few things you should know about me, for one I am not actually immortal, I just like to think I am."
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Emyrs is a jokester who can form a close bond with his friends and there wouldn't be anything in the world he wouldn't do for them. He usually can be seen acting completely different then he usually is, and if you ask him why he'll tell you he's trying to understand how his characters think better so he can make his story sound more realistic. But one thing you should know is he loves to be creative, but he is responsible and can put aside his goals to help others.


Now I had always had a love for fantasy and magic, ever since I can remember all I've ever wanted was an adventer like in the fairy tales. Every time I had a birthday and my parent's asked me what I wanted, I always answered with "A pet dragon!" Or "A magic wand" You know, the things my parent's couldn't get because the real one's didn't exist. I wasn't a very easy kia to please when it came to real life, for it was always boring and I would rather make up stories about castles and wild beast's then do boring everyday life. As time went on, I didn't change and my parent's grew worried, they thought I'd never make anything of myself and started pressering me into real life to try and help my future. Now I understand they cared, and they thought they were doing what was best, but fantasy had become my life, I've loved it since before I could remember. I wouldn't ask for anything more then spending my days creating stories or designing mythical creatures, but I loved my parents and because of this, I started looking for jobs. But no matter where I looked and how hard I tried no job seemed right for me. Most were too boring, some were too hard, and others, others just didn't seem right. After months of searching I was stumped, that is until an idea came to me. '
Why not become an author?' I thought, smiling. It was a real job, but I could be as creative and use any kind of mythical things I wanted. After sharing the idea with my parent's, who agreed happily, I've spent my days creating stories, any story you could think of was most likely finished in my room awaiting the day to be published, if it ever was. And I've gotten into a little acting, but not much as it isn't as fun as writing about anything my mind could think of.

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