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.

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Beautiful Doe, the rain hits your face. Why do you smile in this sadness?


"Because I have... Him."

I promise, I don't mean to be gone so much, but I've not been able to be on the computer much |D

also the internet here is slow as all hell.

The sun is brilliant today.
But he does not stray from the long grass, not until his stomach cries out for food, and he is forced, with uneasy steps, out into the wood of oak and pine, staying close as he can to the birch all the same.