Friday, March 18, 2005
Overviewing
I suppose you want to know more about me before I get into my entire story, and I suppose that's fair enough, considering you have to read the entire thing. So, I'll help you out a bit, as to get a mental image.
My name's Tiana, as you already knew. Tiana Elass most of the time, but in Terran terms, it's Tiana Anderson-Walchyk. Anderson, normally-- I'd really rather not try to remember to spell the other half of it. And no, you don't need to ask about "Terra" either. That's Earth, for your little earthlingly uninformed selves.
That brings up the issue of where I'm from, of course, but we'll get to that later. It's kind of complicated. I'll give you the known version. I'm Canadian, my father was killed in a car accident ten or so years ago, my mom fell in love again... typical.
I should've heard the theme music telling me there was something more.
Physically? I'm shortish-- 5"2, really dark brown eyes, long messy brown hair. It's a lighter brown, almost a dark straw, and it fits that discription too-- it's decided to take on life of it's own, going everywhere on my face beyond where it's suppose to be. I suppose the fact that I don't brush it unless I have to doesn't aid its appearance though. I've got a bigger bone structure, and no one could ever call me petite, though I'm not ugly. Just a bit misporportioned in a few spots. Large chest, whatnot. It's a pain. I'm used to it. Besides, no one looks at me, anyway-- they make a point of avoiding it.
Either that, or they stare. I happen to appreciate eratic clothing styles, and if the rest of my town doesn't like my rather out of style fashion choices, well... they can stick it up their rather more censor worded rear end. Cloaks aren't that out of fashion, anyway. And they wear robes in Star Wars.
Yeah, I'm a fan of sci-fi and fantasy in general. Can't help it. It's-- quite literally-- in my blood. Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
My erratic clothing crossed with generally odd behavior limits my friends to one. A close friend, her name's an odd one-- Danaeliena, and it's from some country who's name I can't pronounce, I think. We call her Danae, or when we're trying to bug her, Nae. It's rather effective. Well, she's my only close local friend, meaning in a 2 hour vincinity of my town. It's Riverhills, by the way. I have a couple other friends, one Megan who's around 3 hours away now, and then there's Jeylin, who's a few provinces away, and Jenna, and Carrie, who aren't even in Canada. I'll probaly tell you more about them later-- they all know who they are. And they're proud of it.
No, I don't have a life. You got a problem with it, take it to my lawyer.
((OOC: All mentioned friends are based on real people that I know, they should know who they are-- they will be able to tell later anyway. Names were changed to protect the innocent. Heh...))
My name's Tiana, as you already knew. Tiana Elass most of the time, but in Terran terms, it's Tiana Anderson-Walchyk. Anderson, normally-- I'd really rather not try to remember to spell the other half of it. And no, you don't need to ask about "Terra" either. That's Earth, for your little earthlingly uninformed selves.
That brings up the issue of where I'm from, of course, but we'll get to that later. It's kind of complicated. I'll give you the known version. I'm Canadian, my father was killed in a car accident ten or so years ago, my mom fell in love again... typical.
I should've heard the theme music telling me there was something more.
Physically? I'm shortish-- 5"2, really dark brown eyes, long messy brown hair. It's a lighter brown, almost a dark straw, and it fits that discription too-- it's decided to take on life of it's own, going everywhere on my face beyond where it's suppose to be. I suppose the fact that I don't brush it unless I have to doesn't aid its appearance though. I've got a bigger bone structure, and no one could ever call me petite, though I'm not ugly. Just a bit misporportioned in a few spots. Large chest, whatnot. It's a pain. I'm used to it. Besides, no one looks at me, anyway-- they make a point of avoiding it.
Either that, or they stare. I happen to appreciate eratic clothing styles, and if the rest of my town doesn't like my rather out of style fashion choices, well... they can stick it up their rather more censor worded rear end. Cloaks aren't that out of fashion, anyway. And they wear robes in Star Wars.
Yeah, I'm a fan of sci-fi and fantasy in general. Can't help it. It's-- quite literally-- in my blood. Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
My erratic clothing crossed with generally odd behavior limits my friends to one. A close friend, her name's an odd one-- Danaeliena, and it's from some country who's name I can't pronounce, I think. We call her Danae, or when we're trying to bug her, Nae. It's rather effective. Well, she's my only close local friend, meaning in a 2 hour vincinity of my town. It's Riverhills, by the way. I have a couple other friends, one Megan who's around 3 hours away now, and then there's Jeylin, who's a few provinces away, and Jenna, and Carrie, who aren't even in Canada. I'll probaly tell you more about them later-- they all know who they are. And they're proud of it.
No, I don't have a life. You got a problem with it, take it to my lawyer.
((OOC: All mentioned friends are based on real people that I know, they should know who they are-- they will be able to tell later anyway. Names were changed to protect the innocent. Heh...))
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