~ Alan Watts

My compatriot in the arts and one of my closest friends. Since I first saw her, both our careers starting out in the music business, I knew we would end up discussing all the loftier concepts of the universe and life overall. She really is a magnificient gal to pal around with, and I adore the home she has made for herself, and her merry band of misfits. I of course see each and every one of her shows when I possibly can, and I never deny a trip to a coffee house with her. And sadly, we're practically clones of each other if she weren't such a workaholic. Gotta love ol' Nikki.

I've seen this fellow about, and he really does know how to work a stage, even though his contortion act really does make me a smidge squemish. But in person, he is gray and nothing but. So monotone, but not quite boring. He doesn't hold his own in a conversation really, and is more like a butler from what I've seen.If I have anything to say about Konstantin, it would have to be...he's allright. Needs to lighten up a little, but allright.

One word. FUN. I adore this little lad, and he really does bring out the best in me every time we cross paths. Nikki often says I spoil him, but truth be told, if I had to have anything even remotely close to a nephew I could choose to have, it would be Adlige. This wocky is what it's all about, and he really is talented, and productive. I can honestly say I love this boy like my own blood, a teenage clown. -Snicker- Does it get any better?

Oh yes.Dian is certainly something else. Just haven't figured out what just yet. ^_- (C'mon Dian. It's all in good fun.We love ya' -Heart-) I don't meet him often, and I either love him or I hate him when we do. Some would call him a druggie, but sadly, all the pills he takes really are neccesary. Sometimes I pity him when I look him in the eye, but at the core, he's one of the greatest guys I've come to know.Would do anything for anyone.Plus, I love just playing around with his Droolik. Him and that little cutie are just inseperable. And I take every possibly oppourtunity to poke that little fluff's tummy. Dian's too. He hates it. :3

Pardon my bluntness...but this...creature, not sure if I can call him a man at heart, is just creepy.

A real go-getter girl if I ever saw one. She seems to have an infinite wealth of energy when it comes to the things she loves most, but very often am I disappointed when I see Dominique worry about her. I swear, she will never grow up. But then of course...what fun is that? Out of all the people I've met, I think dear Anica has the biggest fancy for my ears.Just can't keep her hands off....a little irksome from time to time.

Heh...only known the guy for a total of two days, starting on the third.So far, I can say he's drop-dead adorable, addictive as a white-powder drug, and likes my singing. Can't really put much here for now, he has yet to even tell me his real name. I'll update this when I manage to get to know him a little better. But I can say the future looks so bright I've gotta wear shades. -Bad music pun-

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[Love]

Hrm...well. I was in a committed relationship to a special little lady of the name Lise for a good couple of years. We were actually betrothed, and now that we've parted ways, I'm still a little fragile. I don't know...a smiling face around my condo wouldn't really be all that bad to say the least...but then of course...what about my career?

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[Awards]

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[Fear]

Ochlophobia - A fear of crowds and/or mobs.
Scelerophibia - A fear of bad people, commonly burglars.
Sciophobia (Sciaphobia) - Fear of shadows.
Ophthalmophobia - Fear of being stared at intensely.

Watever the case, this all comes to a head, as the equation for a fear...of people. People with ill will.
Not many people know this, but my father Collin Liefde was actually beaten to death in a mugging fifteen years ago...at first, saying that left a horrendous taste in my mouth, and in the grand scheme, that's not so bad...but now, it's become a part of who I am. And that is infinitely worse. If you've done the math, I was seven when this marker in my life came up, and of course. I was incredibly impressionable. And as I got older, I began to get braver, and year after year, managed to work the entire evil story out of my mother. Asking for a fact maybe once every half a year until I had what I believe to be the entire story of just what happened on July 16th, 9:40 pm fifteen years ago. From the way my father fought back, biting one of them on the shoulder, the way he was held down in the back of an alley and pistol-whipped until his face caved in, and until they made a group effort to throw him against a wall, which finally broke his neck. Each detail, each visualization that came to me when I saw his picture set up on the mantle once my mom had the strength to put it back there three years later...slowly began leeching onto me...

These days, I've learned to be incredibly conscious of whatever goes on around me. I've learned to listen a little better. Look in every last direction when there aren't many people around...and most of all, not to be completely alone past seven o' clock. But the only way you'll ever actually see these long words and fancy schmancy names in action, is if you throw me in a colorful crowd...now, I'll admit it now, I've been told I've got a general appearence that's bound to get under a few close-minded people's skins when I clean myself up. I've even been told I actually look almost feminine if I stand a certain way, or if I hold a certain -disallowed_word-Which was turned into an ironic situation, seeing as how he is nothing of the sort.) This would make his translated name 'Ugly Love'. On a side note, if his mother had named Lelik appropriately, his first name would actually be Deftig.

Lelik always keeps his large,korbat ears behind his head because they are sensitive to cold,due to his height they often uncomfortably brush up against the tops of doorways, and when he flies, catch the wind and make an dreadful noise. Because he keeps his ears back all the time,they actually learned to grow in that way, and because of this, his ears now grow from the back of his head rather than the direct sides.

Lelik has a small hole in his tongue because he once had a tongue piercing, but took it out because the metal clacked against his fangs when he talked.The hole never cleared up.

He's allergic to tomatoes.

Lelik's mother once convinced him to be a strict vegan for five months straight, but it made him terribly sick.

He was once married to his high-school sweetheart Lise Marie for several years as soon as they graduated, but had a falling out.

Lelik can't swim. He can float just fine, but can't really get around that well.

Lelik has a weakness for ferrets.

Lelik is a smaller sub-genus of Korbats that are born with retractable wings.Meaning,like a cat's claws, they can be pulled in, and pushed out of small pockets in the back. Unfortunately,this genus is built more for speed and endurance rather than strength, so Lelik is rather lacking when it comes to brute force.

Lelik has seen "Riding the Bullet" 57 instances, and cried every time at the end.

Lelik finds glasses attractive.Not in the nerdy sense, but in an intellectual meaning.

Lelik has at least four-thousand five-hundred clocks of many shapes and sizes in the entirety of his home, seven of these being antique grandfather clocks he keeps in his kitchen.

Lelik hates the smell of mint, but loves the smell of cinnamon.

He's slightly skittish around pet birds for some weird reason. He's always terrified of them biting him.

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[My quilt]