Female of legal age who moved from balmy beaches to icy floes. Always makes sure her doors are locked and her head screwed on tight. Sometimes it's screwed upside down and her smile might resemble a frown. Hates old people and babies and honest to a literal fault. Likes dead things and gore and laughing in delight. A pretzel master with star trek burns and small hands. She isn't in this profile, or the little chair she sits on. Neither is she in the gypsy teal room she calls home, or even the planet shaped planet called Earth. She's in her words; living and flourishing in every last speck of ink.