<a class="username" data-user-id="2435" data-username="@EithneFriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2435/">@EithneFriel</a><br/>Mikhail had always had an interest in the arts, though it wasn't until he was in second grade that he actively started improving his skill in the subject. Drawing was one of the two things that he could honestly say made him happy. It was the thing that lead him to the second after all. He could remember clearly the day that the little doodles he did on his arms began receiving responses. He'd just gotten back from school when he'd felt a peculiar sensation on his wrist, like someone else was writing on his skin. That was the moment he met his soulmate. Well, sort of. Soulmates worked in a strange way. The ages varied as to when you started receiving the writing on your skin. Some started writing to one another at as young as the second grade. Others didn't get their writing until they were well into their fourties. Mikhail was lucky in that his soulmarks started appearing shortly after he'd started seventh grade.<br/><br/>Their conversations were tentative at first, almost fragile. As Mikhail and whoever his soulmate was corresponded however, the bond they had with one another strengthened until he felt as if he could tell them anything. Of course, he'd told them about his own romanticized views on soulbonds and how he didn't want their first meeting to be planned. He did tell himself however that if they hadn't met by the time he was in his thirties, he would be willing to put his own ideals aside. Despite this of course, he did know some things about his soulmate. Mikhail knew his soulmate was the same gender (something that didn't bother him as much as it would other), he knew their birthday (that he never missed. He liked drawing them something special every time as it was the only birthday gift he could give them), he knew they were the same age, and he knew some more trivial facts like their likes and dislikes. In the same token, he'd told them that he drew for a living, his own birthday/age/gender/etc, that he was allergic to feathers, and other things that didn't matter. He desperately wanted to meet his soulmate of course. Always had. There was just something special however of the thought that they might meet without realizing though...<br/><br/>Mikhail, now 21, let out a soft groan at the many red circles on the calendar that indicated deadlines and events he had yet to prepare for. He'd been an illustrator for about a year now and already had a little bit of a name for himself. He'd illustrated a couple of published children's books, and was currently working on one of his own. It was something of a personal project to him and he'd only shared it with his soulmate and the publisher he'd contacted about it. His soulmate actually had a bit of a say in some of the character designs. Mikhail threw a pen towards the calendar with a frown before grabbing another from the holder by his elbow and scribbling a note on his arm. He could really use some encouragement right about now.<br/><i>'I hate deadlines."</i>