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Name: Inle-roo Iridien
Birthdate: December 17, 1980
Species: 1/2 Lapine, 1/2 Human
Height: 5'
Weight: 108ish
Hair Color: Black with purple streaks
Eye Color: Purple
Build: Compact?
Other: A trio of barbell piercings through her left eyebrow, incredibly pale
Family: Syriennion, father; Kothen (aka Hazel), sister

Favorite Color: Purple
Favorite Food: Donuts
Likes: Her job (freelance/art photographer), Marlboros, coffee, 80's metal, sleep, solitude, comic books, rubber duckies, and sometimes even her kids
Dislikes: Horses, bitter foods that aren't coffee, country music, most people, being woken up, PDA, Macintoshes, Syriennion, heights, diet soda, cooking, pastel colors of any kind
Powers: None

Inle-roo, which means "little moon" or "little death" when translated into English, left the island of Naylte Flow, the place she was born and raised, at the age of 16. Her mother, completely human, had died when birthing her and her father, completely lapine, never let her forget it. She grew up an outcast, having none of the lapine features that everyone else on the tiny island possessed, and with a cursed name to boot. This made her self-reliant--as well as sarcastic, cynical, and more than a little bitter--at a very young age, and she left the island at 16 for the mainland. There she wandered broke and alone until she came across an old woman in a park who was taking pictures of ducks in a pond; curious, Inle approached her, and they got to talking. The woman eventually took her in and taught her the ins and outs of photography. Inle came to think of her as a mother figure, and her tragic and messy death only gave her a bleaker outlook on life.

Inle plied her trade until she had enough money to buy herself a home in a quiet area near Gambino. The voluntarily solitary Inle remained as such...until she started accidentally acquiring pets, and later children. She never asked for any of them--she comes to find them in the strangest of ways--but she's never turned any away, in spite of their growing number. She's not the world's best mother, having not been raised by one, but she gets along. Her style of parenting falls along the lines of "do what you want, just don't get caught."

Inle has a very straightforward view of life, the universe, and everything. She often comes off as rude or insensitive, a direct byproduct of her antisocial nature. She tends to see right through the acts others put on to garner sympathy or other such emotions, because she herself is largely apathetic and horrible at dealing with other people's emotions. Her biting humor and lack of people skills don't earn her many friends, but she cherishes--for her--the ones that are willing to look past her dysfunctional personality and put up with her anyway.