I was created by Angela after her best friend Whitney moved away and the two started to write this incredibly insane fan-fiction ( Les Tenth O�Phanteers On The Roof) combining many of their favorite different movies, plays, and books in order to stay in touch. I was given an apartment in New York to live in alongside of my best friend Tristan who served as Whitney�s character. The apartment is in kinda a bad part of town and it�s not all that great, but for us it�s a piece of heaven itself and somehow it tends to grow and shrink in size depending on how much room Angela & Whitney need for their stories. Eh, I haven�t really figured out how that works yet.
Hmm... Let�s see. Just a few random pieces of information about me:
- I have a weakness for dark brown puppy eyes.
- Faking my own death to get out of rehearsals?...Not a good idea.
- I own a kick-butt black Jeep Wrangler...that Tristan never lets me drive by insisting we take the Miata.
- I am a *much* better driver than Tristan! Last time she drove she hit a guy! ::considers everything that happened after that:: Hmm....I should make her drive more often.
- As mentioned before, I have a stuffed seal named Dripper.
- Water - Bad! Coke - Good!
- �She gets excited very easily.� - Tristan
- For some reason my room tends to be the best place to keep crazy people in because it has no windows and locks from the outside. I�m not exactly sure how that one happened either...
- I�m a flirt...a fact that leads to most of my problems.
- Cooking and I do not mix! Dominos pizza for everyone!
- Tristan is calm...I am not!
- I can hack into just about anything.
- Listening to �Drink With Me� can lead to nothing but tears!
- I am the girlfriend of one of the leaders of a revolution in France (not to be confused with *the* French Revolution) named Enjolras.
Where as Tristan is the rational one that often thinks things through before acting, I tend to be a bit rash and always run head-long into trouble. This kind of attitude is what got me hooked up with a real jerk from the theater named Robert who was playing alongside of myself in the performance we were in. Hah, but with the help of Tristan, her insane grandmother, and all the characters that had been ripped from their places we quickly fixed that problem.
I�ll admit, I�m not exactly what you would call �the brightest crayon in the box� and oftentimes it�s Tristan that has to do the hard thinking while I sit back for a bit, look cute, and smile like I know what�s going on , but I�ve got the street smarts that I need (and it�s a good thing too because New York can be a freaky place - especially when Angela and Whitney are writing it!).
Quite a few years ago I befriended an old sorcerer of sorts named Balatoo that tends to hang out in back alleyways so he can sell his illegal wares. At first Tristan did not appreciate him very much but given time the two formed a grudging respect for one another. A talisman was given to both Tristan and I by Balatoo so that we could travel between worlds and parallel dimensions and all that fun stuff that can only be found in fan fiction.
Though Enjolras and I now live in 17th century France, where I am known as �Patria�, Tristan and I still do a bit of traveling back and forth between dimensions so we can be with one another. (Eh, call it a perk that Angela and Whitney never had. )
Right... So, that�s pretty much me!
