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| Name: Demon Starstuff Branch: OSTOCOM Age: older than 3, younger than 30 Sex: please Birthdate: May Day! Birthplace: Smog City, CA Height: almost as tall as the refrigerator Body type: fair to middling Skin tone: we're white, we're white, we're really, really white! Eye color: blue-grey Hair color: It depends on how the light hits it, sometimes brown, sometimes reddish, sometimes blonde Hair style: straight, falls to just above the shoulders Nationality/Ethnicity: Historius Graduatus Physical Markings: do scars from cat claws count? ~~~ Special Power(s): IT goddess, part-time musician, BEssay writer Special Equipment: Ion drive, spyware removal CD, printed reference sheets Rank: continuity beta Previous Experience/Job: PC repair technician, User Consultant, AV technician, flight checker (which is why I shudder in horror every time I have to drive by LAX. Run away! Run awaaaaay!) Languages Spoken: American, some Japanese, and a tiny bit of French. I can also read Hebrew and enough Latin to barely squeak by. ~~~ Father: I'm a daddy's girl Mother: and I don't get along when we live together, but otherwise we're cool Other familial tidbits: One is the lonliest number...NOT! Very glad to be an only child. Likes: history (Japanese, Art, Ancient, *not* California), languages, music, writing, anime and manga, CLAMP Dislikes: stupid people, American television (with the exception of Angel, Star Trek and a handful of other shows, most of which are no longer on the air), stupid people who are *bitchy* and math Clothing Choices: jeans, khakis, tees, whatever I pull out of my closet. Mostly blues and reds. Accessories: earrings (if I remember to put them in) and my Baby-G ~~~ Catch Phrases: "I don't discriminate" and "back up your freaking data!" Personality Quirks: *Steps onto stage and looks around nervously. When I'm really tired, I can see the wombats. They're out to get me! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! *runs off screaming* |