Hello. My name's Kitty - just Kitty, if you please. I work at a newspaper run by my friends. Well, they weren't my friends before I started working there because I didn't know them, but they're my friends now ( Read more... )

Unoriginal I know but it looked fun.

How about a game of Truth or Dare?

*A cat wanders in and sniffs around*

MrrrRrrrrrOooaw?

*Sits and starts to wash.*

So ( Read more... )

Does anyone here want some lemonade? I swear it's not laced with morphine like Sherlock Holmes's tea at the Canon-Masion (aka DF), or dysentery like Pestilence's...well, tea. Lemonade is yummy and innocuous! It's not even the fake Koolaid stuff! Real lemons here, folks ( Read more... )

Hello there my pretties, I am Scarlet. Just Scarlet. No last name. I haven't had one in a century or so...*smirk*

I am a vampire. I do bite people. I do sire people. I do enjoy the sweet, bubbling taste of a freshly popped vein. If you want eternal life, just come to me.

My fang groupie typist has reminded me to mention that I come from a 'Buffy ( Read more... )

Hello. My name is India English King, and you may address me as Miss English or Mrs King, the choice is yours. Formerly an explorer but certainly such no longer, I now live in the city of New York, in the year of our Lord 1889, as this typist girl feels it pertinent I mention. I was born to English parents in India, the name I was born with was ( Read more... )

*appears in a dramatic explosion and cloud of smoke, flaming lightly (yes, literally andyes,okay,figuratively,buthewon'tadmitit), floating a foot off the ground, which keeps you from noticing he's kinda short. He's a blond demon with two adorable little horns, and two sweeping black bat wings off his back, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black ( Read more... )

*is something between a boy and a man, all in shades of gold and brown, mocha-rich skin, ginger-light hair, distracted eyes like autumn moons floating in a fixed sky. his expression is pointed to a smirk, a wry, constant crescent, and sprawled disheveled across the floor, he strikes a match and stares into it, fascinated ( Read more... )

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My typist (and a certain caffeinated blond pixie who already resides here) have prodded me in this direction, insisting not only does this place need its first 'rabbit' as they're called over at the canon equivalent, but its first 'fandom-based' OC. Not that I approve of my own fandom since I so desperately wish Lily Evans had not seen the ( Read more... )