#dnd mod

‘An arrow goes whizzing past your face. When you look in the direction of the shooter, you see the bandits nimbly fall back and take cover behind a large oak.’

Mobility can be scary when used right. Use forest runner to make your villains feel accustomed to fighting in the woods.

Nicknames include; Wi, Wiwi, Wiwolf, Fisher & Fishy

My hair is in a constant struggle to decide if it’s straight or curly. Yes, I usually stand like that. I don’t know why. My arms do that on their own. I’m allergic to perfume and makeup. I’ve had the same eyeliner for the past 10 years and I’ve never owned a can of hairspray.

Fisher Favorites!

Figured it’s about time you get to know a little bit more about me, the sentient being that runs this blog. Hope you don’t mind!

Name: I am a child of many names. Those who love me call me Fisher. And no. Whatever you’re thinking, it has nothing to do with it.  Age: I was born in June of 1992. This makes me 26 years old at the time of writing. Gender: Female. Orientation: You know, I’m pretty sure I could only fall in love with males. But I’ve experimented in the past. Nationality: Swedish Hobbies: Drawing, writing, singing, photography, videos games. But, my greatest hobby is dog training. I compete actively in agility and obedience. I aim to become a dog instructor and dog breeder. I own two dogs, both female Australian Shepherds; Tinja and Asni.

Strengths: Creativity and the ability to do the same thing over, and over, and over, and over, and over... Weaknesses: People. What is nuance? 

I am an open person. I wear my heart on my sleeve and am very sensitive, so running this blog is a major step forward for me. Usually it only takes one word of negative feedback and I am gone. But hey, I’m still here! That’s great!

I am honest, brutally so, because I mostly don’t see the point in lying. This means I’m not very delicate around subjects that require it; if you don’t want me trampling all over it, don’t let me in. I won’t mind. I honestly don’t mind a lot of things; I’m sure people have their reasons. I’ve realized that happiness is more easily required the less you care about what other people do, say and think. Still trying to take it fully to heart though. Criticism man...  It’s hard to get over.

My personal motto is “you only have as much fun as you make”. Swedish saying. 

I have Aspergers, ADD, OCD and depression. The first two I can handle, the third I’m getting better at and the fourth shines through every now and then in the shape of staring at the wall mixed with screaming into the void from anxiety. Some ask me if I wish I didn’t have my mental disorders. I ask them if they’d even know me if I didn’t. They’ve shaped me, they are me.

Chronic fatigue syndrome colors my everyday life. No cure, no treatment, I just have to wish it away. I’m doing okay, honestly, even when the fevers are bad I’m still glad to be alive. 

My family life is complicated. They don’t approve of much I do. I often feel like the failed child. Fat, awkward and with no grandios dreams or goals. I’m happy just to be happy and healthy at some point, with my dogs and my friends around me.

I’ve never been taught to draw. I never got into any of the art schools I applied to. But hey; I’m doing alright. I’ve got my own business drawing silhouettes of dogs; talk about a nisch market! But it works, I get a bit of money from it, whenever my parents aren’t keeping it from me. (They owe me over 200 bucks at this point... Yay family.)