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| Name: Rebel Rose Branch: OSTOCOM Age: Old enough to know better, still to young to care Sex: female Birthdate: Libra Birthplace: A Galaxy Far, Far Away Height: I'm not high...I promise... Body type: thin Skin tone: Depends on my exposure to the sun Eye color: changes with the weather Hair color: mixed brown Hair style: layered above shoulders Nationality/Ethnicity: Storyteller and Bohemian of Scots-Irish descent. Physical Markings: birthmarks on the left hip, left wrist, and right shoulder ~~~ Special Power(s): Leaps of logic, spinning of tales, storming of brains. Also, Mistress of the Soundtrack, and Cultural Research Guru Special Equipment: an over-active imagination, quill pens, laptop, flying paper, MP3 playlist Rank: style beta, plot and development backup, writer of tragic scenes, and The-Sequel-That-Doesn't-Exist's bitch Previous Experience/Job: author of various varieties of fanfiction...mostly X-Files and Star Wars. Devoted fan of countless stories, coffee shop attendant, student of the collegiate variety Languages Spoken: English ~~~ Father: got one Mother: have one of those, too Other familial tidbits: two siblings, 3 cats and a dog Likes: books, movies, stories of all kinds, Sci-Fi and fantasy especially. Trabel, ethnic food, gardens, ships, nature, Europe, cats, history, mythology, anime Dislikes: ignorant people, SUVs, reality TV, injustice, meanness. Clothing choices: solid colors or simple patterns. Jeans or slacks, the occasional skirt with tanks, short sleeve or simple long-sleeve shirts Accessories: silver watch, ever-present journal and pens ~~~ Catch Phrases: "Oh yeah.", "I feel like crap. Because I woke up...I need to stop doing that.", "Well ain't that shiny.", "BRILLIANT!" and "Blast." Personality Quirks: Oh yeah...plenty of 'em. I'm just aaaaaall quirkified. Oh wait, you wanted to know what they are? Hahahaha... |