I see intelligence there, and a potential passion for writing (have yet to see any of his work), and also a particular passion for wanting to belong somewhere and not knowing how to be comfortable and confident in himself. Because of his self esteem issues, he has difficulties accepting himself and so refuses to accept anyone else either. Which is contradictory to his righteous actions about being able to be true to himself and equal. He is so hell bent on proving that to others, but the only one that is not convinced of his worth is himself.
Somehow he is stuck in this state of hostility, and he may be trying his best to communicate something to us (cry for help)but is unable to because before anyone can even get to know him he pushes them away. He may have suffered one or several tragic circumstances in life and this personality dynamic he has now could be a reaction to such events.
Wolven, I would be curious to see your work and observe how you can contribute to Mizahar creatively. But if you do decide to continue checking out Mizahar, leave your bullshit issues of hostility and condescension at the door - no one here is interested in taking on your baggage. We're a group of writers and artists who rp. If you're really so into rp, why does it seem like you spend majority of your effort putting yourself in a position that would make it impossible for you to connect with others? You're one big paradox and you are going to be increasingly more bitter and lonely if you don't turn things around. As long as you continue to enable your own behaviour, Mizahar is not the place for you. We are self-actualizers here, we don't beat up on ourselves or each other.
Perhaps there is a gem under there, a superb writer even. But he dangles his loyalty like a carrot. A friend for life he says. He believes he has something incredible he's protecting, and I believe him. However, his method of delivery is flawed and contradictory. He wouldn't even have bothered writing on Mizahar if he thought for a second that it would be a waste of his time, and he might be even intrigued by what we have. And yet, before anyone could humanly have a chance to know another human being, he displays this unpleasant side of himself that he knows no one is into, but he doesn't seem to know any other way to communicate. Was he nice once upon a time and got burnt by the flames of hurt? I guess we'll never know...