About
Greetings...
Allow me to introduce myself, now.
My name's Edmond Dantes, but you can call me V. I live in England, a rather pleasant country nowadays, and I have several pieces of artwork up on my walls. The most exsquisite piece would have to be God Saved the Queen, which is a painting of the Chancellor Sutler in a traditional Victorian gown. I find myself chuckling at the humor in it. ^^
Well, lets see here...
My personality is very unique. I'm very outgoing, ecspecially towards civilized people. I tend to lurk in the corner when I'm eavesdropping, in order to make myself un-seen perhaps. I mostly spend my time in my quarters in the underground of England, writing plays, stories, and poems.
My favourite food has to be a myriad of things from Olive Garden, a Italian resteraunt found in the USA. My most favourite drink is a rare wine called La Amoure de Madamoiselle, only found in a rather small liquor store called Changes in Winter. It's not like your average store. It's very clean, proper, and high-class, which is why I sneak a bottle out of the place when the owner's not glancing at my way...
I very much hope you enjoyed reading about me and, please, have a nice day. ^^
I drew this recently, regarding to my feelings towards Evey. I do miss her dearly. sad
I found this picture on the ever-popular Photobucket.com. This woman is very beautiful, and so is the colors that blend so well with her.
This is me, practicing in the dark night of England.
And, to those of you fans, I most humbly posted my introduction, which took me quite a while to re-phrase that:
Viola!
In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the "vox populi" now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition!
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The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. *insane chuckle*
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
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.:Revolution, A Term Of My Own:.
"My Butterfly, Be Free.....Don't Return To Me...."
I'll write about my life, basically. Sorry, but my poems, stories, and plays belong to my paper on my desk. ^^;
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