Yopo
Legacy Name: Yopo

It never felt wrong to me. The blood was my life. I prefer to spend as much of my life as possible close to it. Sometimes I will even hurt myself to see its burgundy glory. So you must understand, my actions are a product of addiction... not of malevolence.I don't get pleasure for what I do. Doing harm isn't a primary objective to me. Whenever I have tried to join people that seem to share a similar desire, I walk in to a group of strangers. They just don't understand. I've always wondered if I was a vampire, but all the vampires I met didn't quite get it either. You don't know how that feels. It's very isolating. So if I'm going to be isolated, I decided I might as well give up the chance not to be. I want to live my life like I want it to be. In modern society, my desires are abnormal and scary to others. I don't want to scare people. But I have a passion not just for blood, I have a passion for life. Blood is life, without it we wouldn't survive. And I don't think we fully understand its power. I live in a remote part of Alaska, Allakaket, Just 50 miles north of the closest large town, Fairbanks. It's cold, and you feel a vastness around you unlike anywhere else. But I get to do things that I enjoy. I hunt. I hunt and I can come close to blood more than I ever could elsewhere. I hunt for food, I am subsistence. People don't look at me with the disgust that they used to. Because hunting is considered acceptable, its a way of survival for me. Despite living amongst the freezing cold that can kill me any second, the work day i and day out, it's worth it.I create blood paintings, mostly for myself. I cannot sell them, not because people don't want them. but because I can't bare to part with them.