About me: I am 20 years old and in the middle of my third year of college--university for those overseas. I was referred here by S.S. Dailey when she first heard my stories. I live in Ohio, and like to read, write, sing, dance, draw, carve, paint, make jewelry, act, and fight with midevil weaponry. I have also recently discovered a talent for playing nanny to small fuzzy animals, as my dog had puppies and then we got chicks. Fun.

I have brown eyes about the same shade as chocolate (about the only good thing I can say about my eye color--my dad just says that I'm so full of crap that my eyes turned the color of it), dark brown hair with red tints, and skin that would be classified as olive if I would actually go out in the sun every once in a while--I am saying this because I remember from pre-puberty. I'm five feet three inches--no idea what that is in the metric system. Um...I have an inferiority complex?...

Someday I hope to be a full-time writer, illustrating my own stories. I write mostly fantasy and sci-fi, some ghost stories, and poetry. A few of my poems have been published, and one was a finalist in the National Poetry Competition, but none of my stories have been put out there before.

I am the daughter of a Southern redneck and a German hillbilly, so if my wording seems a little odd, that's why. My sister is a college junior, and could easily be a model if she wanted to: she's had offers. She actually looks like Jessica Alba, if you want to know the truth. I have a dog who can sneeze on command, because my dad got bored, apparently, which officially makes her the baby of the family; I have been replaced. 'sob'

Yes, I have been to see a therapist. She said that I would be perfectly normal were it not for my unfortunate tendancy to go completely insane at random moments. Usually at certain times of the month... Yeap, you guessed it; every other Sunday and every third Tuesday. Wow, you're smart!

BTW: Feel free to look me up on facebook(Tera Cox, Heidelberg College).--(t-EE-ra; and please, no wisecracks about my last name. It's not MY fault)