Born 1989, human female, brunette, single, currently unemployed. Two parents, married; one sister, younger; two best friends, demented. Education high school, location The South, alignment Opinionated Nuetral. Southern Baptist by upbringing, Wiccan by choice. Leans dangerously to the left when she can be bothered to touch politics with a ten-foot pole, tho prefers to be concidered Jacobin.
Variously seen at various times as eccentric, psychotic, bipolar, depressive, nuerotic, ballistic, gifted, and just plain nuts. Final diagnosis still pending, but we are inclined to think "nuts" covers it. Francophile, grammar-b***h, and caffeine addict. Dislikes laundry lists of likes and dislikes, but stinks at writing autobiographies.
Oscillates wildly between blistering cynicism and hopeless sentimentality, occasionally achieving both simultaneously. Has viciously biting wit when provoked, but secretly wants everyone to just get along.
Reads primarily gay literature, poetry, accepted classics, historical fiction and stuff from the banned books list. Listens to weird mixture of Celtic New Age, eyeliner-punk, opera, showtunes, classical, and Stuff Her Parents Thought Was Cool. Has an inexplicable fondness for cravats and barricades.
Seven's Stuff and Nonsense.
Who Would Want To Join This Madness? Who Will Change My Monogram? Who Will Be Part Of My Circus? Who Will Love Me As I Am?
You like Doctor Who, Period Pieces, Fangoria, Chuck Palaniuk and Croquet. You Cant Tan, Cant Dance, And You Don't Know Karate. Face It. You're Never Gonna Make It.