Fantasy is what you might call my fixation - between mild Asperger's, learning to read through Yu-Gi-Oh and Final Fantasy, and a consistent feeling of detachment, I've been involved with the imaginary (specifically the magic-and-monsters variety, preferably with modern conveniences attached) for almost my entire life. Dungeons and Dragons entered my life in middle school, and from then on a large part of my creative energy has been spent on designing things for it, game mechanic-centered or world-based. Recently I discovered conlanging through a combination of Amazon's bookstore (David Peterson's The Art of Language Invention) and the realization that language is what I want to spend the rest of my life working with, and now I want to be part of a community rather than toll in the word factories alone. I'll be working through some mixture of conlang, conworld, and fiction writing through this forum, although the precise admixture is yet to be determined...
I'll read practically anything, with a strong slant towards fiction. Ted Dekker, J.K. Rowling, and C.S. Lewis are a few favorites; I have Tolkien's Quartet (Hobbit and Lord of the Rings trio) but haven't read much else of his; and I have three editions of Dungeons and Dragons under my book, along with a plethora of other TRPGs in PDF or book form nearby.
Not quite done - and I won't be for awhile, considering I'm aiming for a PhD - but the plan is Linguistics and Mathematics, likely making a career of cryptography/cryptolinguistics or whatever work comes along befitting those fields.
linguistics grad student at university of southern california. been conlanging for roughly half my life. done fieldwork in california and taiwan, plus crazy theoretical stuff on reduplication and aspect. look like bear. some random talents. that about it.
Why world design? because despite of all technology and communication progress we still live isolated in parcels of the world. We must move on. So Schiller's Ode to Joy is a hymn to me:
Freude, schoener Goetterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was der Mode Schwert geteilt
Bettler werden Fuerstenbrueder
Wo dein sanfter Fluegel weilt.