A worker of Words and chaser of Muses. A cheap trickster and open-hearted friend. A bit lost by Hope, a bit controlled by Anger. A little parched of Faith, a little tough to Despair. Dreams I keep are two-tone bright colored heroics in a dingy world where everyone seems to forget the potence of beauty and the wonder of doing good. I seek to provide myself and others with Strength of Heart, Depth of Wisdom, and Purity of Will. But in the end, I mumble a lot, and I tend to get knocked out too easily.