Mar Qaroll

'Lo, ev'ryone. My name? Well. I have a name.

—and it's a boy's name, too...

I lived more than eighteen years of my life blinded by a so-called light, the "light" of Islam, that I didn't and still don't fully understand. I was a puppet once, as many of us were, listening to the whims of my elders, told what to do and how and when I should do it.

For many agonizing years, I wanted to cut my strings yet never knew how or was too terrified to do so because of what I had been told since infancy. In honor of that suffering, I once called myself "Mareonet". I had spent more than eight years dying inside, lost within myself, and treading the lines between fully suicidal and darkly misanthropic...

I am a storyteller, dreamer, deviant, weaver, and wonderer. I publish some of my stories through Archive of Our Own, Tapas, Royal Road, and Inkitt. I consider myself to be a genuine introvert, especially by today's standards, and an advocate for the taboo, devious, diverse, the fuckers and weirdos, associate closely with INTJs and INFJs, and am an asexual, panromantic transmasculine man, assigned female at birth.

While I don't actively participate in any of the communities, I am also a proud rivet-metalhead who can be mistaken for a goth; I am a melanophiliac melomaniac. Unashamedly.

When you combine 18 years of a sheltered upbringing with 13 years of depression, nigh-unshakeable opinions, too many cups of water, add a dash of stupidity, 32 cups of possible immaturity, and heaps of goddamned boredom into a viciously deep cycle of neuroticism, misanthropy, and suicidal ideation, you churn out the sad excuse of a human who calls himself Mar Qaroll.

I'm not as bad as I used to be. I assure you.

Welcome, humans. I can sense it's going to be a bumpy ride...

Other introductions:

• Readers Who Know (coming soon)
• Candelabræm Books (coming soon)
• The Uprising (coming soon)