Sol Cal is where my mind stays, but it's not my state of mind.

Okay, name is totally not important. I was born in Roswell, New Mexico, but I'm Irish/American Inidan; I'm nineteen. I like green-tea ice-cream, Nihongo, Pocky, games, and various other things. And other than my random bursts of hyperness and stupidity, I'm actually rather easy-going. I like well thought out and designed fanfiction, as well as random and hilarious ones. I aspire to be a game designer some time in my future. I like to read stuff from Terry Pratchett and things of that general nature. There. Now you know about me. Well... okay, maybe a little.

RAIN -- My writing journal. Most of the stuff here and also things you'll never find anywhere else!

Random Rant (1-10-08): Actually, my penname has nothing to do with Soul Calibur. "Sulcal", as in the term I'm using it, means the rivulets(or indentures) in the tissue of your brain. Thank you. And I seriously need to keep up with updates.

Updates: (10-04-09) Oneshot update, Trains, Hats, and Scars, in which nothing special at all really happens.

(4-2-08) Radnom drabble update, Cold Water, an absolutely crack-ish drabble. No meaning behind it, really.

Coming Soon: An installment of "Buried in Blue" (theme: Red), and yet another chapter of "The Art Story Telling" within the next month hopefully, pending on how well things go with Real Life.

Right. So I forget about things. And hit 6-months-to-a-year long writer blocks. Go me (oh, the sarcasm...). But I'm getting around to stuff. It's just been one of those years, you know?