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Your name is Rayn Storm. It is not a subtle pun, but your parents were self-proclaimed Pungeon Masters. Masters of the art of all puns horrible. They have since Divorced, you assume because neither one of them could stand all the Goddamn Puns. You live with your Mother, Step-Father, and Infant Brother. 


Your hair is Auburn and you are of Average Height, but two to three pounds Overweight, which really does not make a difference in your overall appearance. You are pretty sure you are Female, but over the phone your voice leans towards that of a Pubescent Male, and your face is somewhat Androgynous. This lead to a few Awkward Years in middle school, but you have since grown into a Shy But Vaguely Pretty woman. At least, that is what you tell yourself, but your Self Confidence Meter has always been on the Low Side.


When you were Sixteen you started to read Homestuck at the recommendations of a School Friend. You enjoyed it way more than you should have. Especially the Troll Romance. The human idea of One True Love never made much sense to you; you like to think it is because no one is capable of Loving another person Entirely, but really it is because you are a Pessimist. 


After reading the Troll Romance Explanation, you thought back to your old, one-sided relationships and realized that you finally had a name to put on your hate-love affections. Most of your Unrequited Romantic Interests had been based on a strong, hate-based relationship. Usually you Loved Them because you Hated Them, and when they stopped hating you and began to return your Hate-Love with genuine Love your affections for them Ceased.


You are now Seventeen, though if you are being honest you turned seventeen Halfway Through your first reading of Homestuck. You have decided that the best thing for you to do is to try to Fill All The Quads because it seems like the best way to develop stable relationships. You always preferred the idea of having Two Emotional Partners, one to fill with all your loathe and hate and Dark Affections,  and one to fill with all your pity and love and Lighthearted Admiration.


Because you are a goddamned attention whore you decide to start an Internet Web Journal chronicling your Quest for love, apathy and loathing. 


And if nothing else, you figure this gives you a good place to rant about your Black Feelings for a Special Someone that is not facebook where he can read every Post you make and could easily Piece Together Your Feelings if he was not such a goddamn fuck wad.