"Life is like a gift, it needs to be wrapped well."
The Worlds
Three universes. Twenty-something years. Still here.
Vampires, werewolves, and reporters in the city of Nachton
Three vampire clans, two werewolf packs, one city full of secrets. I ran 162 characters. The Blood Memory series started here.
61,690 posts · 4,402 threadsDo art? Show us.
My art community. Digital, 3D, photography, literary. Four platform rebuilds and 20+ years later, the tagline never changed.
390 artists · since 2002Author and brown girl
My author site. The Blood Memory trilogy, 61 character bios, book reviews. I've been writing since I was sixteen.
3 novels · 91 Goodreads ratingsThe Cast
I played every role — from ancient vampire to the bartender to the cab driver to the zombie horde.
The Gallery
That's what I wrote in 2004. It's been over 20 now. Photoshop, Daz Studio, Poser — portraits, sigs, scene renders, book covers.
Solusek Ro → Bristlebane
I started as a Wood Elf Druid. Then I decided to go dark and roll a Dark Elf Cleric — the hardest job in the game, the one everyone needs, the one nobody notices until you stop doing it.
Where it all started. My first character.
Purple eyes, black hair with silver highlights, crimson robes. The hardest job — the biggest reward.
The bard to my cleric. My husband Mike. We played for six years, and when Sony absorbed our server, we walked away together.
Solusek Ro was absorbed into Bristlebane and was forever lost. We figured now was the time. I had this portrait commissioned from Saraquael to mark the end.
About
Rosalind Hartmann. Author and brown girl.
Born in the Philippines. Black-Dominican father, Filipina mother. Grew up Navy — Philippines to Hawaii to Washington to Alaska to Colorado Springs. Married to Mike (Vebran Flakes, USAF) for 20+ years. Two kids: Catherine, born September 11, 1999 — I started EverQuest while 8 months pregnant with her. David was born in Alaska in 2008. Mike held him while loading up WoW. Our child's MMO career had begun.
By day I'm an AML compliance analyst. By night I've been building worlds since I was sixteen, when a creative writing teacher read my story about a woman whose coffee maker gets taken hostage by the mailman. The class laughed at all the right places. I was hooked.
"I write because I want people to see what I see, to feel what I feel, and to dream what I dream; to give that person the 'ah ha!' moment, and to elicit a specific emotion is sweeter than the sweetest jeebah."
"I write because it allows me to conversationally curse — properly. It allows me to say what I really wanted to say; to verbally backhand without the jail time."
"Guacamole. /shudders with pleasure. My daughter's giggly laugh. Guacamole. My husband's deep kiss. Guacamole."
"How much for the root canal?" "$1,500." "How much to pull it?" "$80." "Sold."
"Fuck you pancreas, I don't need you anyway."
"She told me, 'Mommy, I'm 6 now. I can do whatever I want.' My eyes narrow."
"I forget that this website is still here sometimes. It's been around since 2002? 2003? I can't remember anymore. It's still here and the haters are gone. Everyone is gone, but that's ok — The Angry Crayon is still here and that's all that matters."