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Current Name: Precis (Pray-see) "Underground" Goblinqueen
Original Given Name: Precis Annette Morgan
Age: 33
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135
Build: Lean, but with some noticablely curvy hips. Slightly smaller than average bust. Not athletic.
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde, Blue Tips - formerly brunette, and showing for about three inches at the roots. Damaged by the bleaching and tends to be unruly.
Hair Style: Frizzy and long, drawn back into a ponytail most of the time.
Eye Color: Grey
Glasses: Thick, black plastic half-rims.
Style of Dress: Long sleeves, sweatshirts, T-shirts with turtlenecks underneath, jeans, cargo pants, sneakers. Most of those clothes have been embellished or have details featuring Labyrinth, David Bowie, or "The Underground." Lots of neutral tones and dusty colors. Always seen with her replica of Jareth's necklace.

General Likes: Jareth the Goblin King, David Bowie, running her website, Labyrinth and ANYTHING related, and the paranormal (which explains David Bowie).
General Dislikes: Trollers, spammers, n00bs, disbelievers, medications, and celebrity couples (THEY DON'T SHUT UP).
Favorite Food: Peaches
Favorite Song: "As the World Falls Down" and "Dance Magic," both by David Bowie
Favorite Movie: DUH.
Favorite Color: Olive green

History: Precis was always a very bright girl...shy, with a pretty face. But the trouble was - she was always introverted. Precis, you must understand...had a bit of a problem.

Namely, paranoia.

It started when she was first put into school. Her kindergarten teacher sent her home that first day with a note, explaining that she had hidden herself under a desk in the corner nearly the whole day. When she was asked why, the only response was that "the other kids looked mean."

Things didn't improve that much as she got older - though she did make friends, her paranoias turned other ways. She got good marks for the most part - but when she didn't, she feared her teachers were against her. She would only bring her lunch - she didn't trust the cafeteria. So on and so forth.

Because of these problems, she took to technology for her social interaction...learning to program and code, and creating websites just for fun.

Then there was the movie.

Ever since the first time Precis saw "Labyrinth," she's been hung up on it. Anything and everything she could get her hands on about that movie, she has - and some things that she couldn't buy she's made herself. But for a while, it was just an obsession. A big one, but nothing threatening her mental health, thought her friends and family....

Until the day it broke through the silver screen and wrapped Precis up in its entirety.

She was walking alone on a cold day, down an icy street. It was getting dark - she had skipped on the bus because the driver had a cough. She wasn't really...far from home. In fact, she was only a few blocks away when it happened.

Hoot. Hoot.

Owls weren't ordinarily found around these parts - so Precis stopped to look around, wondering where the sound came from...just as a rather tipsy driver came hurtling down the road, driving up onto the sidewalk just a few yards in front of her and taking down a mailbox.

She squeaked. That mailbox could have been her if she hadn't...stopped....

Eyes widening, she sprinted the rest of the way home. When she got there, she skidded to a clumsy halt, shoes with very little traction sweeping her into an unceremonious heap on the doorstep. As she pulled herself up, she found something underneath her....

A pair of sleek black gloves, sized for a man...with a piece of white fluff stuck underneath one of the fingers.

It didn't cross her mind that they could have been any of her friends' gloves. Nor her parents. No one...except...HIM.

Inspired, Precis wasted no time in researching. It turned out there were many people like her - many people who spoke about their lives being touched in some way by the Goblin King...experiences they couldn't explain.

This was how Precis got the idea to start "The Underground" - a website and forum specifically to catalogue such experiences and find other people who have encountered the same. This was the final straw for many of her friends...she had gone too far, and they didn't want a part of it anymore. Her parents thought it was very strange...but...there was little they could do, especially when she moved out.

Now, quite some time and many successful hits to the website later...her friends have finally found a way they might be able to get Precis to treat her paranoia, so she wouldn't have to cling to her obsession quite so much.

Namely, some treatment through medication, carefully administered so that she would be none the wiser....

NOTHING, TRA-LA-LA?

Family, Friends, and Fellow Happy Home-ers

Family:





Friends:



Happy Home-ers:

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Snapshots:

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A Brief Word on Paranoia

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Pants, Magic Pants



...I can't believe I'm writing things here, but I will be. .__________.

Disclaimer:

I do not claim to own Labyrinth, Jareth, or any other property of Labyrinth Enterprises/Jim Henson. Precis is my own character, however.