A few people have wondered about it & asked me, but I always have had a hard time explaining it on the spot, so I decided I'd write an entry here about him & how important he really is.

Galaranth started out as me. He went through iterations & ideas since his birth in 1990 when I was just 4 & found the magic of drawing. He started out as a human that could transform into a huge dragon. He was my best friend through the tough times that was grades 1 to 7. He flourished during the first half of high school, taking on a much more fleshed out design & gaining a furry form & a bit of darkness that is often associated with a teenager's imagination in the early 2000's.

Mid way through high school, I fell in love with a friend. Her & I grew quite close & the main focus of this character gained a debonair, suave & romantic personality. After the relationship was ended (on good terms, mind you), he became a little more aggressive & a bit melancholy. It didn't help at that time that a dear high school friend passed away & it was the end of the year with snow & battleship grey skies. Fortunately, in those dark & somber nights, I had several, very dear internet friends breathe some life back into him. By this time, he began to don his signature middle split, rock star length, black haircut, those red eyes & those saber teeth that ironically made him more goofy & cute in a way. And thanks the the Pern book series, his name had changed to Galaranth.

Throughout my twenties, he had gone through some changing. He became very much my conscience. A man - a great creature so wise, kind, strong, selfless, convicted, loving & honourable. He prefers justice over revenge. He became very noble, a signature of youthful rebelliousness & a heartfelt defender of the LGBTQ community. A paragon of doing things his & my own way... And during the passing of the grandparents, he became more my conscience than ever, fighting the darkness that is depression. He picks me up, dusts me off & is the last ounce of strength in me when everything else has taken the rest. He reminds me all the time that I am everything he is & my mind is as strong as his muscles.

And even now, in my 30's, he is still there. Call him my conscience, call him a schizophrenic delusion, call him a spirit animal... He is my brain, my heart & my sensei. He helps me wake the path I barely know.

He is Galaranth.