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.

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.

This is an April fool's joke, that was supposed to be serious but I couldn't stop myself.

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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wesker,

I understand first grade is a difficult year, for any child of seven years old. And I am aware of the fact that Takeshi was so bright, he jumped a grade skipping kindergarten going from Preschool to first grade. But I know that here, in the private school of Your So Damn Wealthy It's Gross, kindergarten is an important year in the development proccess of young minds. We learn how to share, raise your hand, not talk when other people are talking.... our motto is we Learn to Love and Love to Learn. I have tried on numerous occasions to teach Takeshi these vital learning tools, as they will be used later on in his life, either in school or for employment. I am sorry to inform you, so far, at the third quarter of the year; Takeshi has failed to understand, practice, or aknowledge these basic classroom rules.

Judging by Takeshi's bullshit behavior, it is quite obvious he has trouble understanding what is the right thing to do, given a certain situation. I am sure you have been aware of his numerous time-outs this school year. Each one is little more than ten minutes. Takeshi has had 405 minutes overall this school year, which holds the record for Your So Damn Wealthy It's Gross private school.

I, personally, can not understand how he functions, or even passes certain subjects with so much time in the Naughty Corner. But he has managed to carry a B+ average for all three quarters so far. I cannot tell you how many times I've wanted to give him an F on a paper because he caused such an uproar in class. So I hand him the longest assignment I can, so it will keep him quiet. But the little F----er finishes before all the other kids in class. ALL I WANT IS A MOMENT OF PEACE!...

The only subject Takeshi is the lowest in is a 65% in Spelling.

Featuring Lucian and Takeshi
Queze
An old picture of Yorres that needed to be scanned
And a half-colored picture of LB, Seele might be interested in finishing coloring for me. :3
(Skinner, I'd like to clear up our conversation before posting that picture.)