+ Starfleet Records for Franzeska Bashir +

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+ Statistics +

Location: Roanoke.

Senshi: Sailor Triangulum, Astronomia/Galaxia Senshi of Geometry.

Name: Franzeska Garaitz Bashir.

Meaning Franzeska: Basque-ized form of 'Francesca', which is a form of the Latin 'Frances' - 'from France'.

Garaitz: Basque - 'victory'.

Bashir: Arabian - 'bearer of good news'.

Overall: "French bearer of good news pertaining to a victory".

Her last name makes her VERY proud ("I've got the last name of a STAR TREK character! XD"), though her first name does not. As for nicknames, she generally goes by 'Frankie'. She'd have her name legally changed if she weren't so proud of her heritage.

Age: 22.

Birthdate: January 15.

Astrological Sign: Capricorn.

Blood Type: A-.

Family

Father, Yuli Unai Bashir, 52.

Frankie's loving Papa. Yuli has always been rebellious, having had to elope with Yana in order to avoid the wrath of his extremely conservative parents; they haven't heard from the Bashir family since, though Frankie grew up beautifully with her mother's side of the family. He is a mechanic who works a regular nine-to-five job fixing automobiles, and who raised his daughter around car engines rather than dolls and dresses. He's always been the parent who has had to care for Frankie, simply because the restless Yana wasn't all that willing of a mother. He is of Basque origin, and can speak Basque, French, Spanish and English all fluently. He is an extremely kind, loving person who is always around to crack a joke or two or talk about the latest upgrade in automobile technology; Frankie visits him frequently, often for tips for fixing her car. He's never really been a quiet person, and isn't that great a contrast with his daughter, except for the fact that he's warm and open. He is one of the few people that Frankie really gets along with, as well as one of the few she'd put her heart into fighting for. Just by looking at him, you'd never guess that they were related, but they most certainly are. He is about 5'10" tall, has magenta, closely-cropped hair and olive-tan skin that is always smudged with some form of automobile entrail. He generally wears coveralls and can be heard listening to loud 70's music. He loves his little Yana very very much, he do, and they rarely fight. ^^

Mother, Yanamari ("Yana") Aingeru-Bashir, 47.

Frankie's Mama, who Frankie herself doesn't know as well as she would like. Yana always seemed to be working when Frankie was a child, and as a sky-diving, bungee-jumping, and rock-climbing instructor, at that. Yana is flighty, happy, Bohemian and generally worry-free, but has an incredible anger management problem. She's easily ticked off, stressed and all-around upset, much less angered - just the sight of a scary monster on a movie screen could make her run away screaming, she seems so tense in those kinds of situations. She's a bit of a bubble-head who is a sharp contrast with both her intelligent daughter and her witty husband, but then again, she can't exactly be called an idiot, either. She is actually quite street-smart, never gets lost, and is extremely physically healthy. She is very healthy for a woman whose age is beginning to catch up with her, and, like her husband, is Basque. She is six feet tall, has long, sandy-blonde hair, vast green-turquoise eyes and dark skin that contrasts attractively with her hair. She is often confused for younger than she is - her health and youth never seem to end. She's quite beautiful; fortunately, Frankie has had the luck of having inherited some of her mother's appearance and grew up a rather attractive young thing, and her luck also seems to be in inheriting her mother's astounding physical health. Yana is deeply deeply in love with her leetle Yuli, and though they work seperate jobs and strange hours they maintain an extremely close relationship. ^^

School/Occupation: Hollins U/rock-climbing instructor/mechanic. Because her parents can only aid her so much with her tuition fees, Frankie operates two jobs apart from university. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and every second weekend, she goes to a small rock-climbing gym to participate in group activities with kids who want to learn to climb, and Tuesdays and Thursdays are spent at her papa's garage, fixing cars and that sort of thing. She's very busy, and never really had a social life, so she fills up her free time with work and study.

Likes

Tattoos, piercings, other methods of adornment that seem to cause pain when applied. Frankie has about two million piercings (okay, maybe not, but she's got them in some awkward places), and a series of rather large tattoos on her behind ("I've got this tattoo on my ass, wanna see? ::offers to pull her shorts down::"), on her biceps, near her belly button and on her collar bone. She only ever wears hoops (she refuses to wear studs or barbells, she thinks they just look stupid), and likes to flaunt her earringness a lot. People generally tend to look at her as some sort of freak, but they rarely confront her about it because the extra decoration makes her look even more dangerous. ^^;

Star Trek. Frankie is a pure Trekkie - she prides herself very highly on her last name, Bashir, as it is the same last name as a character in one of the series (Deep Space Nine, to be exact, and the character Dr. Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer). She attends conventions whenever she can, wears costumes, owns every movie, has multitudes of taped episodes (all marked and labeled diligently), and is a living Star Trek Glossary/Encyclopedia. She has a pair of Spock ears in her costume box, makeup for Trill spots, Klingon ridges, Romulan eyebrows etc. She even quotes from the series. ("Actually, I am familiar with history, Sir, and if I'm not mistaken, you're dead." "In my expert medical opinion, I'd say... it's sick." And finally, in response to 'Keep them happy': "NOTHING makes them happy! They are dedicated to being unhappy, and to speading that unhappiness to others! They are the Ambassadors of Unhappy!")

Her ability to keep a 'balance' between passion and apathy. While she is passionate about what she does, she somehow manages to remain apathetic in terms of what does not concern her. She is quite proud of this ability of hers, and will often laugh at people who believe that because she does things fervently, she should be caring of her environment (note: when I say 'caring', I mean the 'oh, I notice that there's stuff going on', not the 'oh, I'll be helpful' caring), or that because she is apathetic she is distant and doesn't have any passion.

Astrophysics, particle physics, science. Hey. For someone who wants to join NASA, these things could be considered almost necessary. Frankie adores particle physics and astronomy (though not the other sciences), as well as auto shop (tinkering! whee!). She may not want to be an astronaut (she wouldn't pass the behavioural exams - "can you survive on a ship in space, alone with two other people?" her answer would be "no"), but she knows that there are more important positions. The astronauts may get to apply their knowledge, but it is the researchers that actually build the ship and come up with the theories in the first place. She'd rather stay on land, anyway.

Automobiles, engines, tinkering. Ever since she was a child, taking things apart and putting them back together, whether properly or not, has always been a fun and deeply exciting thing to Frankie. All the little pieces, all the wires, the screws, the capacitors, the diodes... she's always had an affinity for metallic things, as well as pointy things and flashy lights ("Ooo! Pointy!").

Extreme-ish sports. Because her mother was the proud taker-of-the-jobs when Frankie was a kid, and those jobs were sky-diving, rock climbing, and bungee jumping, it's no surprise that Frankie learned to enjoy them, too. She hasn't done as much bungee jumping since moving to Roanoke, but she makes up for it with three times as much rock climbing due to her job as an instructor in it. She's a bit of a daredevil, and misses the days of bungee jumping, so she plans on visiting a nearby large city on her next holiday to hopefully see if she can bungee jump there. ^^

Smoking. Frankie smokes cigarettes. Yum. >.O She doesn't have a preferred variety of cigarette, but when she's not working or at school she can be found standing on any of a variety of street corners, smoking. She's a terrible addict - part of the reason she knows she'll never be an astronaut - and has never really done anything about the addiction. She became a nicotene addict at an early age, so shaking it off would prove more difficult for her than for many others.

Sharp things. Just imagine it - "Eeeheehee. EEEheehee. BAHAHAHAHAHA! XD XD" That, in a nutshell, is Frankie with a knife. Something of a magpie, Frankie is extremely attracted to sharp and/or shiny things - she likes rolling them around in her fingers, showing them to other people, and using them as a weird excuse to cackle maniacally in the direction of innocents. She's harmless, honestly, she's just a bit of a sharpthing obsessee.

Dislikes

Happy people, optimistic people, people who flaunt things they don't or shouldn't have, people who don't work for what they've got, people who don't like Star Trek, people people, people in general...: Hehe. o_o Frankie doesn't like people, but she has her reasons. She doesn't like happy people because they're constantly getting in the way; she doesn't like optimistic because they have unrealistic views about life; she doesn't like flaunters because half the time it's all talk and pompous blabber; she doesn't like lazy people because they can't seem to do anything with their time; she doesn't like people who don't like Star Trek because she likes Star Trek and anyone who doesn't like what she likes is dead meat; she doesn't like people people because more often than not they're happy social butterflies; she doesn't like people, period, because they always have some sort of glaring flaw that she, in turn, hates. She is a very grumpy person, yes.

Religious fanatics. This ties in with 'people' - Frankie doesn't like the fact that there still are a lot of people in the world who try so hard to impress their opinions upon others, believing that such people have no regard for human individuality. While the prospect of universal agreement intrigues her - Starfleet, anyone? - she doesn't think religion should be a factor in achieving it.

Infomercials. It's not like she's ever going to buy their merchandise, anyway. Those super-smiley people who hold up their products as if they're little automaton droids really, really serves well to tick her right off, and she feels she should have the right to commit homicide with justification because of them. They make her go 'RAAAAR!"'

Those weird 'psychics'. Not an uncommon thing to dislike; however, Frankie doesn't think that 'knowing one's future' is quite so exciting - she likes the unpredictability of life as it is, and would never do such a stupid thing as try to foresee it. She likes not knowing what she'll have for dinner tomorrow, not knowing that yes, it'll be Kraft Dinner for the millionth time, then spoil her supper completely.

Kraft Dinner. Want to see Frankie squirm? Offer up a bowl of Kraft Dinner. She'd rather have a meal from McDonalds' than a serving of Kraft Dinner, and that's saying something; she hates McDonalds', too.

Blunt things. Not just the opposite to the 'sharp things' mentioned in 'Likes'. By blunt things she can also mean people - she can't stand people who don't know what they're talking about, what they're doing, or who sit on the sidelines during heated conversations. The sight of those sorts makes her get up, grab that person by the scruff of their neck and drag them into the conversation somehow. While Frankie isn't exactly much of a conversationalist on her own, you can be as sure as hell that she'll be offended if you don't take part in one involving Star Trek, and because most of the conversations she gets involved in somehow end up in heated discussions about Star Trek, you'd better be ready for some flying sparks between you and her if you refuse to join in.

Americans. ::sigh:: You knew her Basque patriotism would come in sooner or later, didn't you? Frankie believes in the stereotype that all Americans are just a bunch of lame-assed rednecks (except for the Star Trek people and the NASA people). Anyone that can't speak French, Spanish or Basque (or who isn't involved in Star Trek, in some way or another) is considered by her as, well, just plain low. It's rather cruel and yes, very stereotypical, but from what Frankie has seen of the nonintelligent US of A, she's judged very surely that she wouldn't like it if there weren't NASA, HU, or Star Trek. This usually leads to the conclusion that Frankie is a somewhat, if not extremely biased person towards her culture, and it's no mistake - she's very proud.

Fav. Food: Shaved turkey-black forest ham-mayonnaise-lettuce-liverwurst-swiss cheese sandwiches. Invented after years of sandwich trial-and-error, this is truly Frankie's crowning achievement. She prides herself very highly on her masterpiece of a sandwich, and always seems to have one ready to be eaten. The only problem is that it's the only thing she can cook, except maybe things from a package or cold cereal. (I have actually made the aforementioned sandwich, myself. You should try making one, though they're excellent without mayo if you don't like mayo. TRY IT. It's absolutely delicious. *_* And it smells really good! :D)

Least Fav. Food: Kraft Dinner. She can't abide by it. She also hates such corporate-giant fast food brands as McDonalds', Kentucy Fried Chicken, and Taco Bell.

Fav. Subject: Not-really-applicable, but if she had to reminisce about high school, she'd say Science and Physics. She wants to work at NASA, so you'd expect it from her. She also enjoyed Physical Education - not just because it was really, really easy (well, er, that was a bit of a factor, too ^_^;;), but because she could participate in it with relative ease. Her great amounts of upper- and lower-body strength contributed greatly.

Hated Subject: Not-really-applicable, but, as I said before, if she had to reminisce, she'd say anything involving huge amounts of massively happy people - the most prominent of these being English, P.E. (contradictory, isn't it?) and Home Ec. They're the ones that generally involve lots of group activities and/or discussion. Not her idea of fun.

Colour: Dark greeny-turquoise (not teal ^^;) and dark purplish magenta. See here for a guide. ^^;

Hobbies: Fixing automobiles; playing with sharp, pointy, shiny things ("Ooooo.... shinee...."); contemplating getting yet another tattoo, or yet another piercing; doing daredevilish things (rock climbing, bungee jumping, and skydiving especially); instructing said daredevilish things; watching/participating in roleplays involving/making costumes based on characters from/generally worshiping Star Trek; spending time on random street corners, smoking. ^^;

Aspirations:

To one day join a research team at NASA. The only real reason she wants to do this in particular is because she's extremely keen on inventing the very first, functioning warp core. She's decided not to listen to First Contact and that whole deal about Zefram Cochrane, and to make it herself, because damn, she wants to! She wants to travel at light speeds, be visited by Vulcans, and captain the very first NCC-1701 - The Enterprise.

To one day star in a Star Trek series, or at very least be in an episode. Frankie is one of those people who is extremely confident in her abilities. She wants desperately to act as a Klingon or human character in a future episode or arc of Star Trek, and she'd hock an arm and a leg if it meant getting in. Even just being an extra would make her giddy! She's extremely starry-eyed about the idea of being on Star Trek, so you can bet she's working away at it.

To finish her work on that Cadillac Seville her father keeps for her at his garage. A few years ago, for her eighteenth birthday, Frankie's father showed her something he had dug up from the depths of Nowhere - a rather beaten-up, barely-functioning Cadillac Seville from eons past, all for her. He made her a deal - if she would take the time and elbow grease to fix it up, it would be hers. The reason it's still there is because she never has the free time to work on it.

Gemstone: Chrysoprase chalcedony. Chrysoprase chalcedony is a mouthful of a name for a variety of semi-precious stone with a beautiful, pearly greeny-turquoise tint to it. It matches Frankie's fuku colour almost exactly, though most of the time it isn't dark enough to be a perfect match.

+ History +

Some 150 000 years ago, prehistoric man came to the western foothills of the Pyrenees in search of a place to settle and live. Close to the natural border formed by the mountains that stretch across the land joining the Iberian peninsula to the rest of Europe, he found what he was looking for.

::cough::

That is, some twenty-five years ago, two people met - a man and a woman - in the Basque capital of Vitoria-Gasteiz. They fell in love. They had a kid. And then they got married.

Franzeska was born a healthy and kicking baby who never seemed to be able to be quiet. She was a bad baby - she broke things, she cried 24-7, she screamed when picked up, and she couldn't stand the sight of her own mother. Breastfeeding was a huge problem - Franzeska bit, wriggled, struggled and didn't even relax when given a pacifier. She never slept, she never ate, and she was never quiet. It took the wasting of all of her energy over an extended period of time for Franzeska to ever settle down, and even then, she snored. Yuli and Yana, desperate, took her to a doctor, who gave the following analysis - "I can't seem to find anything wrong with her." Sorry, mum, sorry, dad, it ain't colic and there isn't a cure anyway. She was a terrible burden for both of her parents, and Yana, who considered herself 'never meant to be a parent in the first place', threw her responsibilities to the wind and left the care of Franzeska in Yuli's hands. Instead of being the mother, Yana took the position of the one with the three jobs - skydiving instructor, rock-climbing instructor, and bungee-jumping instructor, all at once. You can be very sure she didn't leave Yuli, though - not for a baby. ^_^;

Franzeska was raised in what was probably the strangest family at her school - with her half-crazy mother and her strange father, it was evident from the very start that Franzeska wouldn't grow up your typical child. She grew up a tough tomboy who, like her mother, was exciting, excitable, and constantly taking risks just for the thrill. She hated her given name from the very start and, by the age of two years, decided firmly that she would henceforth be known as Frankie. Except for the Day of the Dead celebration when she was three years old, she never wore dresses, much less skirts. Both her parents and herself considered pants much more practical and efficient, and if the government ever found the need to arrest Yuli and Yana because of their refusal to make her wear one, then they'd allow themselves to be put away. They were, to say the very least, rebellious people (though not hippies - Bohemian is a more fitting analogy), questioning authority at every turn of a corner and refusing to take very much very seriously.

Frankie was generally quite liked at school, both for her bad attitude toward authority and her ability to get what she wanted, despite everything else that was unlikeable about her. She was always there to get a slap on the back, she hung out with the boys, and she was a daredevil with little compare. Taking from her mother, she took an interest in rock climbing, and taking from her father, she took an even greater interest in mechanics. She developed into an even stronger child than she originally was, and could pick fights with the very best of them. At seven years of age, she had ascended to a position of power among her peers, and by that time had managed to accumulate more bruises and scrapes than a lot of them combined. She kept her hair short, she kept her clothing style punkish (very fitting for the 80's), she played all the contact sports. Somehow, through all this eating of her time, she managed to uphold good marks in school - she was smart and strong, but unfortunately she instilled more fear in people than anything else. People didn't usually take to her easily.

Middle school swung around, and Frankie found that puberty was coming along slowly. She was nowhere as developed as the other girls in her classes, despite their ages, and while they talked about boys and clothes and feminine underwear, Frankie found herself walking a thin line between wanting to become a woman and wanting to remain with the guys (she even considered a sex change at one point, but that was short-lived - about 3.96 seconds, to our watches). She decided that, for the time being, she'd stick to the guys, but became a bit more reserved, adopting a cool shell where she had once worn the tough, almost violent one. She also discovered the magic of Science Fiction television programming; specifically, Star Trek. She was engrossed, and immediately found herself being turned into a Trekkie. She attended her first convention at twelve years old (though it was a small one, and her parents had to take her all the way to Madrid just for the damnable thing).

High school followed; Frankie immersed herself in school and the way she looked. She cut her hair, got piercings in questionable places, and got her first tattoo (of the Starfleet symbol, and on her left bicep) at fifteen years old (how? we don't exactly know - we heard something about a lighter and a stencil pattern, but that could just be a rumour). She was still a great student, however, and was the resident 'closet genius'. She was a scientist and mathematician through-and-through, though you'd never have been able to guess just by looking at her leather-abundant attire, her bellybutton, eyebrow, and ear piercings, and her magenta-dyed-electric-blue hair. She took up smoking at fifteen - though her parents didn't really seem to mind - and made the decision that she'd become a rocket scientist with her first cigarette.

When Frankie was seventeen years old, her parents decided, on a whim, that they needed a change from the Basque world and they immigrated to the United States. Frankie, while angered that she was moving and leaving her life behind, didn't have much of a life to leave behind and also felt she needed the change - besides, Star Trek and NASA were in the United States. That was more than enough consolation for her, and she went with her parents willingly in the end. She adjusted awfully slowly to life in Roanoke (which was chosen randomly -.-;), and the same went for her parents; though her father was able to continue work as a mechanic, and her mother found her place as a sky-diving and rock-climbing instructor, they all retained their accents, spoke among themselves in foreign languages, and refused to part with their familial and cultural traditions. (Just as a note: Frankie doesn't celebrate Hallowe'en. Getting her into a rabbit costume could prove for interesting cannon - er, story fodder.) Everyone was happy (though they made less money in Roanoke than they did back in the Basque region) and lived in some comfort. They weren't the richest family around, by any means at all, but they didn't care.

Life was good, especially for Frankie. Puberty had finally started to pick up the pace and was now speeding down the highway at 120km/h - her mother's genes were finally responsive to the various hormones that had begun to boil within Frankie, and finally, she had an actual tangible honest-to-goodness CHEST. And it didn't stop there. In the space of about two years, Frankie's late puberty turned her from wiry little tomboyish thing to breasty, voluptuous, muscly adult (albeit a rather pissy one). She could finally wake up in the morning, stand in front of the mirror, flex, and look good about it. She was beginning to move out of one stage, and into the next - and this new phase called for change just as much as the others. Frankie abandoned hair dye, allowing her hair to resume its natural course of pinkish-purpleness; she celebrated the existence of her chest with rather interesting nipple piercings, as well as one in her lower lip ("Shi'! Yoo'ff got yow lipth cot in my pierthing! Hewe, if you thdand like thith, and I thtand like thith, we can phull aparth - ::RIP::"), and the clencher, a lovely spidering thing of a bodily decoration that looked something like a vine and curled around her neck and chest. (Hey, they're all in taste - what can I say? ^_^;)

Because of her early entry to school (at two years old - the Basque school system follows much the same lines as the French, allowing earlier entry into Maternelle/Preschool than American schools), Frankie only went to Patrick Henry for a year before graduating at seventeen. She decided firmly that she wanted to attend hollins university for their science program. Unlike many, who take a year off after going to highschool (and have some common sense in doing so >_> <_< ::stares at Frankie intently:: She's a nutbar!), she went straight to university, and relentlessly, at that. Taking two jobs in order to support herself and help pay her tuition fees, Frankie soon found herself caught up in a whirlwind of school-job-school-sleep-job-school. Constantly busy, many of the few relationships she had kindled in her last and only year of American highschool dwindled and faded into nothingness. However, she occasionally gets a call from one or two of her friends, and they arrange to have lunch together and 'reminisce', as it were.

It didn't take long (in her eyes, at least - "Oh, it's only been five-some years of course work and thesis ha ha ha and I'm not stressed at all ha ha ha, not stressed at all ha ha ha. ::twitch twitch, incoherence, etc...::") before Frankie found herself holding a diploma for her Bachelor's degree in the Sciences. About to jump into the fray of the Graduate Program, fangs bared and all, Frankie could now be considered a physicist and giggling schoolgirl. ::cough:: Not so much giggling schoolgirl as 'evilly cackling graduate student', actually.

She is currently living in her own apartment in Roanoke, though not too far from her parents' place so that she can visit when she wants to. ^.^ It's a one-bedroom, and reasonably sized, too. Aside from the money she gets from her two jobs as a rock-climbing instructor and mechanic at her father's, her parents help pay for the apartment because they don't want her living with them anymore. :B She also has a car, an ancient 1976 Cadillac Seville that she salvaged from a junk yard and has spent a few years fixing. It's still in her father's garage, but she visits it every Sunday to work on it. She also attends conventions on a regular basis, at a usual rate of one every one-and-a-half months, and is never hesitant to wear her Jadzia Dax costumes or show off her repertoire of Klingon war tunes.

+ Personality +

One minute she can be quiet, concentrative and set on a task, and the next she seems impatient, uncontrollable, chaotic and downright mean. Only one thing is for sure - in any case, Franzeska is not a nice person. She can't be labeled as having split personalities; she just acts differently and is seen differently in different situations, much as is normal for normal people but to a greater extent. Depending upon the time of day, the weather, or even when she last ate, she can be as quiet as a mouse or as grouchy as a bear. Nevertheless, none of her moods are outwardly joyous, and most are very intense. Except in special situations (for instance, that of a convention...), she never really feels the need to be bouncy or happy or otherwise cheery, and is always (even in special situations) a cynic and skeptic. She is jaded, pessimistic, sarcastic and aloof, usually choosing the 'realistic' outlook on life rather than the 'oh-look-everything's-going-to-turn-out' outlook. She has a tendency to take things a little too seriously, especially jokes directed at her - people sometimes question the existence of her sense of humour, and whether she actually thinks anything is funny. The most you'll usually get out of her is the raising of an eyebrow - or, in more extreme cases, one hundred sixty pounds of woman grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and hissing threats at you. Bad-natured, cold and prone to thinking that everything's unfunny, you shouldn't expect to make easy friends with her. Though she enjoys being in relationships, she often considers them, and I quote, 'a waste of precious time'. Now, say you were a Trekkie...

She's generally a very coldly apathetic person. If she sees something going on that doesn't concern her, she won't bother to help unless she's sure it will affect her directly sooner or later - and even that sure feeling is rare. She is far from passionate about things that she either takes no interest in, that are happening at a safe distance, or that don't really matter to her, and usually won't bother learning about something unless it will benefit her later on. She can be possessive and greedy, and isn't usually giving unless, as was said, she is sure she'll get something in return. She is the sort that tries being mature or straightforward about everything, or so she thinks - oftentimes her violent-tending attitude makes her seem very immature to those more wise and experienced than she. On that note, it would be useful to state that Franzeska is anything but pacifist. She sees the passive ways of such people as pacifists very boring; the sort who finds excitement to her taste (she loves extreme sports; they provide excitement and exercise), Frankie has an extremely aggressive outlook on life. She ATTACKS, never defends or cower. She's very bold, arrogant, and immodest. She speaks her mind, walks around without a bra on, insults people openly, et cetera.

She's sneaky and conniving, true, but she, like anyone else, does have a heart. It's a very possessive, obsessive, lusty heart, seventy percent of the time, though she'd adjust to a sweeter relationship just fine. Her solitary, fast-paced life has turned her into a very lonely woman, and not just in the sex way. X3;;; While it takes a lot to get her to like you and even more for her to trust you, once you have both her trust and her favour, she will refuse to let go of you for anything unless you let go first. If you decide to let go of a relationship with her, she'll continue to obsess over you even after the separation. She's obsessive, possessive and incredibly defensive of both her relationships, and what she believes in. She probably won't risk her life for you unless you're a family member or her boy/girlfriend, and if she does and you're not, it is probably because she's being enticed (i.e., paid) into doing so. She is the sort who provides her services to whomever pays the highest price; she is quite the mercenary, and if not offered enough by her current side will either whine and work to half her ability until she's offered some better compensation, or will get into a huff and join a different side whether they like it or not. In fact, she doesn't even like being ordered around. If she sees a disorganized group, right away it's certain that Frankie will be the first to step up and take charge - and take charge you bet she will. You'd probably expect her to break out a riding crop and start whipping people that didn't listen to her - and those who'd call it 'kinky' would get kicked in the groin. Almost a control freak, though not to the extent that some take it to, Frankie assumes that "If she's not in control, no one is."

Frankie, for her chaotic personality, has a very tight, very fast-moving, very closely-followed schedule. She wakes up early, takes a very short time to get ready, speeds off to school on rollerblades or on the bus for her morning classes, speeds off for a quick lunch, speeds back for her next class, speeds off to work after class, spends the evening working, speeds somewhere nice for dinner and speeds back home where she will watch an episode of Star Trek while doing homework, then collapse into bed. On occasion she'll meet someone for lunch or dinner, but other than the hour allotted to each meal, she rarely has any time to maintain steady relationships. Oh, for certain, she's lonely, but she's a tough little sucker and has learned to deal (or so she says). Even her summertime is booked up - she takes summer classes and does summer work, and prepares for conventions to boot. In the tiny amounts of time she has to get to class, she'll go outside and have a cigarette, but that's all the break she can maintain. The nicotene both cuts her need for gross amounts of food and keeps her alert to some extent, so she uses it as a supplement to caffeine - though she'll have coffee with breakfast and dinner. You'd assume that this schedule would generate a lot of stress, and you're right - the sheer stress of her days is what makes her so irritable and snappish. Of course, there's always the added bonus that Frankie is irritable and snappish by pure nature. I mean, come on, this woman even hates kids. She's a monster. I'd say she needs a hug, but she'd eat me if I suggested it to her.

Frankie: Vith Spahnish soss!

See what I mean? She's not above making threats to people. Nothing serious-sounding enough to have her charged for uttering death threats, but menacing enough to make you get the willies. She can be very creepy, and likes looming - though she isn't overly tall, she somehow manages to loom anyway, and look intimidating. Impatience is something that has also developed from her stressed schedule - she can't stand having to wait, being that she's always been a quick thinker. If you can't keep up with her, she'll say, then don't bother at all, because she's going to leave you behind whether you like it or not.

She, despite everything, including her realistic attitude, also has a vivid imagination. When she feels the need to just break loose completely from everything, she'll slip out of her cage of reality and indulge herself in Star Trek. Star Trek is Frankie's one and only passion, and she never gets enough, it seems. She has most of the TNG (The Next Generation) and DS9 (Deep Space Nine) episodes taped on VHS (though not any Voyager ones - hard as it may seem to believe, Frankie dislikes Voyager, though she has affinities for the characters Harry Kim, B'Elanna Torres, Tuvok and, of course, The Doctor). She knows the terminology, can give you a fully detailed description of what a positronic matrix is, has the action figures and is set on building the very first warp core. She's very intent on joining NASA someday; her nicotene addiction wouldn't make her that good an astronaut, she knows, but she thinks that she'd make a pretty good member of a research team, particularly one of the ones that invents new parts for spacecraft.

Frankie never usually remains that much in touch with reality - like I said, the only reason she actually wants to join NASA is so that she can invent the warp core and captain the USS Enterprise when it actually is built ("Hey, you don't need special special training for that sort of space exploration... simulated gravity, remember!"). She knows it's going to be built. She knows all the Star Trek terminology, could identify any Star Trek ship you showed her (even the unknown ones, like Akira-class or Steamrunner-class, and even Olympic-class! ~_~), knows the basic appearance of every uniform ever worn by Starfleet employees on the show, and can speak Klingon. She's a bit obsessed.

+ Appearance +

Starting from the top, Frankie's hair is a rather pleasant, though dull shade of deep, almost purplish magenta. It's cut boyishly short, just brushing the back of her neck, and is always parted down the middle. Her bangs, which brush her nose spikily when loose, look messily cut and are constantly getting in her face. She rarely keeps her hair pulled back in any way, whether via ties or via clips, though on special occasions she'll gel it. Her skin is that deep, earthy shade that is sometimes called a 'tinker's' or 'gypsy's tan' (she does have a little bit of gypsy blood in her, back a few generations on her father's side). It's difficult to describe as anything but a rich, smoky tan, despite its being perfectly natural. However, her skin is far from perfect - it's by no means smooth. It's littered with scrapes, bruises and even the odd burn - this is from all her work with mechanical components and such extreme sports as rock climbing. Also, it should be noted that she isn't exactly the sort of woman to shave her legs often (yes, it's weird, but hey, that's the way she is). She has almond-shaped eyes of the smaller set; they have short, stubbly lashes and thick, black, unplucked eyebrows (or is that eyebrow?). Their colour is a rich, deep turquoise tone, though because her eyes are almost always narrowed in some form of sardony or sarcasm, they're not all that remarkable by many means. That honour goes to her body.

Frankie is a reasonably tall (5'8"), very muscular person; like I mentioned earlier, unlike many, whose eyes are more remarkable than the rest of their body, it is Frankie's body that's incredible. Wiry and just waiting for a fight, Frankie's arms and legs are powerful, as well as her abdominal and back muscles. She's very built - something that is very visible, even if she's wearing loose clothing. She looks like she could take down a mammoth; her lifelong training in extreme sports has hardened her to the point where she doesn't have to try if she wants to look dangerous. Her shoulders are broad, as well as her chest, which is substantially larger in terms of breasts; her hips are wide as well, somewhat wider than her chest. She has incredible curves, though while she's aesthetically pleasing you need to watch out for her spiny, unshaved legs. Her legs, on the other hand, are long and powerful, and inspection reveals that her feet are quite large, larger than average. She has to get shoes custom-made. X3

Frankie's face is full of angles. Triangular and hard, her features are proud and significant. Her beaky nose is like a wedge, pointy and large and incredibly Roman; her lips are thin and more often than not pulled into a grim line. Her cheekbones are high and severe, and her ears would be pointed if their angles were any sharper. She also dresses messily. Baggy, raver-style pants, work jeans and tank tops in dark tones make up a good part of her wardrobe. All of these are thrown on in the morning with little care as to what other people think of her appearance. Some days, for work (instructing rock-climbing, that is), she'll wear a black sports bra and excercise shorts, but somehow they manage to look messy, too. She isn't conservative, or even modest - some days she'll go without bra entirely - and she doesn't give a damn about what people think about her, so she doesn't follow trends or wear what everyone else is. Some days she barely looks presentable, but like I said, she doesn't give a damn what YOU or the Queen of the Universe thinks. ^^;

She has piercings in questionable places ("Ow! I think it got caught in my nipple piercing! ><") and tattoos in just-as-questionable places ("I've got this tattoo on my ass... wanna see?"), the most visible of which are the three piercings in each ear, and her most viewable tattoo is the one that begins at the center of her chest and spirals around her neck and shoulders; it's a tattoo of a long, spiky, black vine, and she's extremely proud of it. Sometimes she'll wear more revealing tops than normal, just to show it off, because she's right in believing that it's quite spectacular. Detailed and beautifully intricate, the tattoo is one of her prized 'possessions'. Pity that it doesn't have anything to do with her element. >_>;

She usually carries herself with extreme confidence and even a little severity, but sometimes when contracting one of her famous mood swings she'll slouch her shoulders. Sometimes you'd expect her to take out the riding crop and whip you into shape, she looks so powerful and frightening, while at other times you'd expect her to do nothing at all, even if punched in the nose or being subject to other forms of physical ick-ness.

Franzeska's voice is gorgeous, much like her body. Treacle-smooth with a certain scratchiness to it that seems to remind one of the singer Cheryl Crow, it's deep, low and extremely sexy. If she put any effort into looking sexy, she could easily grab herself a man for life. Her voice is thickly accented with a rich Basque accent that causes many of her vowels to be extended and renders most of her speech utterly impossible to understand by non-French speakers.

Other notes: Frankie's fingerprints are whorls. She lacks any sort of beauty- or birth-marks. Her nails are usually chipped, unclean and chewed-upon. She is missing an upper tooth - starting from the middle of her front teeth and going to the right, a count of four teeth signals which one isn't there. Otherwise her teeth are quite straight, with a minor underbite that was fixed when her jaw was broken and reset in a fight when she was fourteen. She has broken her nose once, which is the cause for an uneven spot in its bridge. There is a scar in her left earlobe where a hoop earring was torn out accidentally during a fall down a flight of stairs. Calluses are quite visible on the pads of her fingers. Her knuckles stick out dramatically when she clenches her fists. She has bony elbows. ^o^

+ Senshi +

Henshin

Henshin Object: A set-square - one of those small ones, the size of the ones you get in those little geometry kits. ^^ The difference between this one and the little plastic ones is that it's not plastic; it's made of steel, and the measurements have been etched into it rather than printed on with ink, though in most other respects it's identical to your everyday miniature set-square.

Henshin Phrase: "Triangulum Galactic Power, Suit Up!"

Henshin Sequence: Raising the steel set-square above her head, clutched between her forefinger and thumb, Frankie cries, "Triangulum Galactic Power!" A swirl of triangular bits of light spiral inward at the set-square as if it is a whirlpool, and once it seems to have collected its maximum the set-square begins to glow. She cries "Suit... UP!", and, while spinning, swings the set-square around herself, leaving behind it a thin vapour of green light. Quickly and concisely, the vapour condenses into small, triangular shards of green light, and as she stretches her arms forward as if to grasp them, they collect around her hands, leaving what looks like a triangular net of green light, the cavities of the net filled with dark magenta. This net-like pattern seems to grow up her arms, over her shoulders and chest, downward around her torso, around her hips, and splits to cover each leg while simultaneously covering her entire head and hair as well. What's left after this is a glowing female body, looking like some weird incarnation of Spider-Man, though to avoid copyright infringement she crumples into a fetal position and, with a curt explosion of white light, the weave covering her entire form disappears, leaving her in her uniform and holding the Angled Mangler in her right hand. Her pose isn't especially special; all she really needs to do is look extremely pissed off or violent, and that seems to be enough for her.

Powers/Little Fun Bits/Wee!

The Angled Mangler

(And you thought [random senshi name here]'s [random senshi attack/weapon name] was bad. -.- I apologize.)

The Angled Mangler is Triangulum's exaggeratedly large returning shuriken/throwing star, which is rather shamefully based on Yuffie Kisaragi's weapon of choice. ^^U About two feet wide (and having a general radius of one foot), it's a monster of a thing; at its center is a perfectly spherical globe of chrysoprase chalcedony. A steel ring around the globe, about an inch wide, is what keeps the shuriken together. At intervals of about one inch, four foot-long steel blades are hafted to the ring, their lower thirds all wrapped in thick bands of leather to be used as grips. The blades, though used and dull in luster, are extremely sharp and far from dull in sharpness. Triangulum can lob this sucker about ten feet, at which point it will return due to its magically weird nature; if it hits something, it will usually slice through it rather impressively. Because she prefers to be directly in the fray of battle rather than on the sidelines whipping a quad-knife-thing at people, she'll usually just grasp it by the globe in the center and run around whacking/slashing away at others, making for a strange but interesting combat situation.

It may be a good weapon and everything, but there are always downsides to a situation, and the Angled Mangler acts as a double edged sword (or quasi-knife, whichever) - because of its four blades that are all at ninety degrees of each other, mishandling is entirely plausible and Triangulum is constantly risking slicing through herself as well as her target, or just herself and not her target, or her target and not herself. The four blades seem to represent four seperate possibilities, each with its risks and its benefits, although that could just be me and I'm just being philosophical.

"Triangulum Triangulation Termination!"

(Help us. Help us all. That name... ::snickers::)

This attack is based on the surveying method known as triangulation, which is defined as 'a surveying technique in which a region is divided into a series of triangular elements based on a line of known length so that accurate measurements of distances and directions may be made by the application of trigonometry; the location of an unknown point, as in navigation, by the formation of a triangle having the unknown point and two known points as the vertices'. Triangulation Termination is a useful and powerful attack if used correctly, and can be used in two seperate ways: one pertaining to the first definition, one to the second.

The first type is complicated, convoluted, and just plain weird, but in the end it makes up for its strangeness with usefulness. Triangulum has to execute a series of long, wide steps, and with every step she must press her hand against the ground. The ground can be of any smoothness - it could be on pavement, a white sand beach, or a field of boulders - but she must constantly be pressing her hands against the ground with every step. Every time she takes a step, a green, glowing handprint will be left on the surface below her, and with every three steps the last three handprints left will be joined by perfectly straight beams of glowing energy. Essentially weaving a triangular net over a maximum area of twenty feet by twenty feet and a maximum time period of one minute, these energy beams that create a polygonal web are relatively harmless until Triangulum utters the command words: "Triangulum Triangulation Termination!" Anyone who is caught in the wake of one of the energy beams within the next twenty seconds is instantly shocked with a small, painful amount of energy, though it is not enough to KO or seriously injure unless they're already at a critical state; the net disappears after this short time period of twenty seconds, though it's often enough time for people to stumble into her web. She calls herself a Spider Queen because of this. >_>

To execute the second type, Triangulum needs to find two points a reasonable distance apart and mark them. To mark them, she must simply press her hand against whatever surface it may be that she deems the point shall be on, whether flat, ground-level or jagged and rough, and this will leave a handprint in glowing green light. She then has forty-five seconds to run in any direction and press her other hand to another surface subject to the same restrictions and openings as the first handprint; this will create a glowing green line to form, connecting the two handprints and intersecting solid, gaseous and liquids without damaging them. It's essentially a harmless, perfectly straight, glowing beam that passes through anything in its way, and aids Triangulum immensely in the execution.

This second method is excellent for single-enemy attacks. Triangulum - using her senshi powers, of course - must locate the exact center of the line drawn within a fifteen-second time span, and, standing on it, must concentrate on an enemy in her line of sight. If they're not, or they move out of her line of sight, Triangulum misses, and it's a complete waste of energy. However, if they do remain in her line of sight, she concentrates on them and yells "Triangulum Triangulation Termination!" The attack, which takes the form of three speeding lines of energy, one originating from Triangulum's position, one from the first vertex (or handprint), and another from the second vertex. Almost too fast to be detected or dodged (though dodging is possible), the energy smashes into the opponent so hard that it often throws them back. The three beams of energy combined are enough to cause great damage (roughly equivalent to that of a freight train running into soft rock) to any opponent not fast enough to move out of its way, regardless of their defensive capabilities. Physical blocking has little to no effect. This attack has a range of ten feet, which may seem a little long, but it makes for some good buttkicking.

Both variations of this attack take great amounts of energy, because of their 'waste-it-all-in-one-burst' nature - enough to make her lose her equilibrium and become painfully disoriented directly afterward. She can use it, as a whole, entire ability, subtypes included, only once per battle, and requires six to ten hours of good, solid, uninterrupted rest afterward - usually sleep will do it, though she'll be as ravenous as a bear when she wakes up. The second form also has a nasty tendency to reopen recently healed wounds because of the gross amounts of energy needed to send something equated to a freight train running into the opponent, so Frankie will end up with not only fresh battle wounds, but old wounds opened up, as well. On a more philosophical level than just 'they open because of the energy needed', you could say that the only way to stop Triangulum from having old wounds reopened would be to stop using the attack... ::bum ba buuuuum::

Guardian

Pfft. Yeah, right. If she had one, she'd probably end up killing it or some such thing. Do you really expect her to be able to deal with an animal, especially a talking one? ^^;;;

Other

Artwork

A headshot of Frankie against a grungy background, complete with some text to... erm... create atmosphere. >_> <_<

A full-body sketch of... Frankie. In all her wonderful badly-drawn-hair wonder. >_> <_< >_>

Explanation

I chose Triangulum because no one seemed to be applying for that Galaxia senshi in particular, and I found the prospect of creating a senshi with geometry-based powers to be interesting. Triangulation Termination took me forever to write, but it works, I suppose. I realize the risk I'm running of being rejected because of the Galaxia senshi group's phenomenal power, so I attempted to make her powerful while giving her the personality of a mercenary for some spice. ^^;

I made Frankie Basque because of my love for that region of Spain/France in particular, and I gave her the last name 'Bashir' because it is not only an actual name, but it is also the name of the Chief Medical Officer in the third Star Trek series, Deep Space Nine. While this series isn't always liked by a lot of normally obsessed fans of Star Trek, it happens to be my second favourite, and my favourite character is the Doctor, Julian Bashir, who has dysfunctional jailbird parents and is genetically engineered both to be a genius and physically perfect. ^^; The same isn't true for Frankie, I'm afraid to say, but they're both rather arrogant. :3

I made Frankie twenty-two years old because I needed a twenty-two-year-old. :D I made her a Capricorn because I like Capricorns and there aren't a huge overflow of the January variety in Roanoke. Her blood type, A-, is both the second most common and my personal favourite to use, as well as it has relevance to Frankie's personality. She has a bachelor's degree because I said so. ::whip crack::

Her parents are Basque, funny, daredevilish and rebellious, not to mention they love each other. :D The dysfunctional Frankie's parents are far from dysfunctional themselves - they're not divorced, they're not dead, and they're liberal European. ^^ The role-reversal of her parents had been at the back of my head from the beginning, and just imagining the bubbly Yana as the main source of money for the little family makes one smile because it's not exactly something you'd assume right off the bat.

Frankie goes to school, and because her family isn't exactly the Gates family, she needs to work two jobs to support herself. She smokes because of an addiction at an early age and because she can't be bothered to quit; her liberal attitude toward life and attire makes her a lover of painful, permanent body art; Star Trek is explained thoroughly, if I'm not mistaken; she wants to be a rocket scientist because of her obsession with science fiction; she likes tinkering because it gives her a chance to goof off with mechanical components and wants to invent the first warp core. ^^;

She likes sandwiches because you can eat them anywhere. ^^ Fast food and microwaved gunk don't satisfy her need for health in her diet, and because she participates so often in sports that require great amounts of energy it's only natural that she'd want some form of healthy food rather than enough calories to stop your heart. She doesn't like happy people, so she doesn't like happy classes; English class is listed because it involves a lot of inter-peer discussion and interaction, and Frankie likes to keep herself closed. She also couldn't cook to save her life, unless it involved sandwiches.

Dark green is said to symbolise a serious, scientific personality; because I wanted to at least make an attempt at being original and I wanted something that had some relevence, I chose it for Triangulum. Magenta, on the other hand, is said to stand for lush, rich, royal, spirituality, and wisdom. It really didn't have any relevence when I chose it, but my original choice was indigo and that's Metatron's. :/ Stoopid me, huh?

I wanted to make a slightly violent character to contrast with Eraen and Kilierra, my peace-loving, peace-enforcing war-fearers. Frankie is a very intense person by nature, and that I like, because of Eraen's washed-out, very apathetic attitude and Kilierra's obliviously cute personality. ^^; It provides a contrast that's attractive to me and, I sincerely hope, attractive to reviewers because of her attitudish attitude. ^^ She's a Trekkie because I said so, and because I felt like having a Trekkie-ish character at some point who shared traits of any respected Chief Engineer.

I made Triangulum the senshi of Geometry because of her name. :D I gave her a sharp pointy shiny weapon because Frankie likes sharp pointy shiny things, and the blades are triangular so I figured it could pass as relevant. >_> <_< ::cough:: Um, right. Triangulation Termination has existed in my head longer than Frankie has, though it was a much weaker and much worsely-written version of the second 'method'. Her outfit is utilitarian because she needs the mobility in combat, to be fast during her attacks and while using the AM. If it's too complicated, tell me and I'll simplify it, then draw a picture for good measure. ^_^;

Writing Sample: Good Morning with Frankie Bashir

(Aw. I just felt like writing one, because I didn't write one for Kili and I'm in a writing-ish mood. ^^)

It was a rather overcast day. The sky outside was a dull ash-grey, interrupted occasionally by a thin wisp of white cloud; curtains pulled awkwardly across the bay windows only let a little of the morning's dismal light to pass through, and unlike most summer mornings, this one didn't have Franzeska Bashir awake with first light. Strewn about the floor were various pieces of clothing from the previous day, mostly in shades of gray; a chest of drawers pushed against the right wall had its bottom drawer half pulled out, the articles of clothing inside seemed to be just thrown inside, and it was half empty. A metal utility shelf, pushed against the opposite wall, was neatly organized compared to the rest of the room; books on astrophysics and particle theory were ordered by name, going from Z to A. The two top shelves lacked any scientific textbooks, but they were stacked high with Star Trek merchandise; tiny figurines of Lt. Cmdr. Worf and Dr. Julian Bashir stood proudly in their little Starfleet uniforms, shiny with care.

Anyone entering the room wouldn't notice anything incredibly special, save for a half-covered figure laying sprawled across her queen-sized bed, doing anything but taking advantage of its size. One arm and one leg hung from atop the bed; she was, by the looks of it, laying stomach-down, one cheek pressed lovingly against a kelly-green pillow. Only mostly shielded by a dark green blanket that covered her lower back to mid-thigh, the rest of the blanket hung dejectedly from her, as if she had pushed it aside in her sleep. She had, in fact, because the night had been brutally warm.

Frankie did not like the heat.

Groaning, she managed a halfhearted roll out of bed, landing flat on her back with the blanket on top of her. She lay there for a rather agonizing minute before finally bothering herself to roll over again, back onto her stomach and into the end table. With a hearty whack, Frankie's head hit the little table, and with another agonized groan she somehow managed to sit up. Rubbing the side of her purplish-pink hair-covered head, she got up, swore colourfully at the blanket at her feet, and stomped over to her chest of drawers. Muttering something about various damned things, she tore the second dresser drawer open, grabbed a random shirt, tore the third dresser drawer open, grabbed a random thing-to-be-worn on the bottom half, kicked them both closed, tore the first drawer open, grabbed random articles of underclothing, and stormed off to the bathroom.

It was going to be a long day.

She got dressed, not realizing that she had put on her tank top backwards, and, still muttering curses, fixed it while storming into the kitchen. Talking to no one in particular about more various damned things, she attempted to make herself breakfast, but somehow managed to spill the milk when trying to pour it into her cereal, and gave up on breakfast totally, telling herself that she'd have to live with some toast later on. In no particular hurry but rushing nonetheless, Frankie stormed into the living room and turned on the television. At the sight of some Randomly Happy Newscasters, she made a noise and stormed back into the bedroom, then stormed over to her utility shelf and stormed to the bottom shelf, where she (not surprisingly) stormily selected a random VHS tape from the collection held therein and stormed back into the living room. Stormily removing the tape from its box, she stormily stuffed it into the VCR.

Backwards.

It was only when she had pounded the Play button about six times when she realized that the tape hadn't fully been stuffed into the VCR, and that the wrong end was sticking out. She yanked it out of the VCR and stuffed it in the right way around this time, then pounded at the Play button another four or five times, then sat in her armchair rather gloomily to watch Yesterday's Enterprise for the two billionth time.

And suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

It's not necessarily going to be continued. ^_^U The knock is just to symbolize the incredible stress Frankie can be expected to go through on that day in particular. ^_^;

Questionnaire

Your Name: Sailor Dani! Or just Dani. Dani's fine, Sailor Dani's great, and 'Your High Majesty, Queen of Halflings and Rangers' is even better. :D

Your E-mail: freya_crescent@hotmail.com

Other RPGs: Sailor Myth (Eraen "I'm just -asking- for angst." Lovejoy/Sailor Armers, Kilierra "I'm asking for it more, being aged ten and cute!" Lovejoy/Sailor Metatron)

Gathering (Celia "I'm n-not r-really asking f-for it, but th-that's okay w-with m-me ::twitch::" Roderick, Yuki "::giggle:: ^__^ ^__^ Angst is my middle name!" Cyneleah)

Team: Senshi! (Luiza "I'm too laid-back and drugged out to have angst potential" Aingeru/Sailor Gamma)

Dream Senshi RPG (Filip "Not me, please! I have a pet goat to take care of and cute guys to force to fall in love with me! ;_;!" Provenza/Rose Elite Mercenary Filip)

Killable Senshi: Aw, she's just asking for it, isn't she? I mean, she's Astronomia and all... not to mention Galaxia. And she's a potential, and I quote, "seething pool of black angst". Killing is a perfectly plausible option. Though, in the three-some months I've been writing and planning her, I've grown awfully attached. ^_^; Oh well. The powerful ones always seem to die first. ^_^;

View Application: Sure. ^^