Figured while I'm at it, might as well invite everyone! This is a blog for all of us, why not draw you and your character(s)? Or write something? Doesn't have to be fancy! Have fun with it and use this blog however you wish, as long as what you create is for you and your characters. (:

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The leaves had fallen so fast. A drizzle of rain was all it took for the trees to give up their color, and then soon enough snow would blanket the ground in a frozen wasteland. The thick smoke of her pipe swirled into the air, and her boots tenativley whispered on the cold pavement; free hand shoved deep in the pocket of her black wool military jacket. A quick visit to the "Alice in Wonderland" statue, and a stroll in the park always helped clear her mind. Silver eyes studied the bronze, her hand pulled the pipe away from her red lips. Contemplation.

Not long ago, a year maybe? No. Three? She had found a mini voodoo princess on the streets of the city. It seemed like mere hours had passed since they shared Thanksgiving together, with her uncle, father, and a legion of other tragedies. The corner of her lip curled to think the package would reach the child's apartment soon. Full of spooky candies, home made baked goods, and other halloween treasures. She turned her face to the west, as if hoping for a glimpse of the plane. The setting sun made her ghostly skin glow. They had left for California, no amount of resentment would change what she missed so dearly. A blondie, who cleaned up his act. And his girl; a beautiful young woman, with a tattoo of a fish. A few cards were sent out to them.

Her mind turned dust-covered pages to find a girl with curling blonde hair. White gloves, a carefree smile, and excellent taste in poetry. Ah, yes. The woman locked eyes with the larger-than-life bronze gaze of Alice seated atop a giant mushroom, and she smiled again, remembering the young woman's hunger for adventure. If she could only go back. Tea in beautiful gardens, the warmth of the sun on lace and silk, the shamelessness of giggling like children.

And finally, the immortal turned her attention to a captain with firey red hair, a taste for rum, and star-filled moonless nights.

"Welcome, my child, to my humble abode
where many dust covered writings eagerly await their words
to live within memory, and some to be put into the actions and deeds of the true."
~Your Servant

The twenty fourth day, of the eighth month of the year... I rose, to dedicate myself to the Forest, and the souls within Her.

Now how long has it been, oh children of the Forest?

How many have passed while my minds eye was elsewhere? How many have lingered and wandered without guidance of any sort? How many have I hurt with my unexpected leave?

Two years tomorrow I will have walked upon this ground. And I return to you now, to serve you, and to walk with you upon this ground...

I am here, I am here.

I fell into a sort of, spiritual depression awhile ago, and with it, my first serious character ever fell into darkness. I never intended this, but life has a way of its own to mess you up. I feel like I should bring her back now, after looking at her bio tonight and seeing the date I created her... it will be two years tomorrow for her... I owe the spiritual Mother of the forest something, and the least I could do is update her biography.

Expect Mystress to return guys, very soon.

1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?

Oh I have names coming out of my ears. My birth name is Christine Marie Walker, I have a few others too. Nicole Wright, Scarlet Coat, White Death, Lady Bones-- a nickname?

2. How old are you? When is your birthday?

... I'm around four hundered years old, and I think I have forgotten the actual date I came into this lovely lovely world. Perhaps around October if I remember correctly. Forgive me, my mind must be going.

3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?

I was born in London, and I live in upsate New York as of now. Need some peace and quiet. And patriotic? Of the country I was born into? HELL NO. The English are assholes. I was on the American team during the Revolution. Took up a militia in my hands, but that's for another time.

4. Who are/were your parents? (Names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

My parents were Fredrick Allen Walker and Catherine Anne Campbell, before she was married of course. Occupation? *she laughs harshly* Those moldy pieces of garbage never worked a day in their lives. Old family money does wonders for one's self-esteem.

5. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

I had a brother at one point. He was an asshole, handed me over to the government during my reign and hold on the Indian and Atlantic Oceans. Can't imagine what ever happened to him. *her eyes shift*

6. What is your occupation?

What *wasn't* my occupation?

7. How tall are you? How much do you weigh?

I am about 5'11" and I weigh around one-seventy-seven.

8. What color is your hair? What color are your eyes?

[=#4E4848]My hair was originally blonde, but thanks to a certain someone it turned white after I was "blessed" with immortality.