| Katzenjammer | |
| Nickname/Aliases: | Katz |
| Name of guild and clan: | Titan, o'course |
| Title: | Twould be tellin'! ;) |
| Date of birth: | In the month an' year of the death o' the giant Molath by some great fool who sought to drown the giant. An, o'course Molath's fall flooded the little village for a month when 'e fell in the locals lake, destroying the crops for that year. |
| Class: | *smiles sweetly* Gypsy |
| Alignment: | Mischevious |
| Race or Species: | Human |
Gender: |
The one that suckles the young! |
| Other Forms: | Bah! Twould also be tellin'. |
| Eyes: | Green as the grasslands after a rain. |
| Hair: | Red as the sunrise presaging a daily storm. |
| Skin: | Tanned as good doeskin. |
| What do you look like: | Ye mean the description above twasn't good 'nough? |
| Describe your attitude: | Ye didna really need all that gold, now did ye? I can see it put to better use elsewhere than feeding your over round belly. |
| Biggest character flaw: | Temper, temper! |
| Personal Quote(s): | See, the lights grow dim. Day's judgements fade into shadow and the truth emerges, pure as the virgin moon. |
| Parents: | Child o' the gypsy clan Sal'yanja, daughter to the healer Swifttouch and the mage Rainbird. |
| Sibling(s): | Och! Ye'd bring them in? Nay, I think o' all my gypsy clan as me siblings. |
| Husband(s): | Nay, not husbands.. but m'love is the Courtesan Lemac. |
| Children: | Not yet, an' not in this relationship without the help o' the gods! |
| Guardians: | Beware those who watch and guide, for they may well take offense an' skin yer hide! |
| Close friends: | My gypsy clan an' a few o' those in Titan. But I name no names, for fear enemies may strike from behind. |
| Worst enemies: | Those who harm the innocents o' the land out of malice an' intent to harm. |
| Pets and their names: | *smiles* Tisn't a pet, per say.. but Ca-ca-carrier tis my "familiar" bag, that holds all I need and is a most ornery thing! If I could find the original owner I stole ... err.. aquired it from, I'd return it! |
| Favorite Colour(s): | To take the royal perogative: Vibrant shades o' purple. |
| Favorite Creature: | *smiles and purrs* Those that slink and keep their secrets very close to them... |
| Favorite Drink: | A good drop o' cider! |
| Favorite Food: | Bit o' rabbit can do ye no wrong. |
| Favorite Weapon(s): | My mind, my magic, those garish clothes of Rasta's, DSPY's breath... |
| Favorite Belonging: | Ca-ca-carrier, o' course. ;) Can hide anything in it.. even if it won't disperse when asked. *gives a sigh of the forbearing* |
| Favorite thing to wear: | Me gypsy finery. The better to nip off with sumat's purse.. err.. to show off in. |
| Favorite Song: | Bardic works I enjoy include: filk music o' all types.. specially Leslie Fish's filksong "Here we go a'Rambo-ing" |
| Things you collect: | Your purse, the queen's jewelry, errr.. uh, rocks. Yes, I have a nice collection of rocks. |
| God(dess) you worship: | The Lady and Her Consort. |
| A dream or goal you have: | To get rid of bardic immunity so I can smack the little monsters down who come up with those godsawful ballads! |
| Hobbies: | Tracking down and harrassing the aforementioned bards and nipping *scratch that* borrowing items from those who don't truly need them. |
| Favourite thing to do: | Realizes her outloud voice got the best of her in "hobbies" and thinks hard about those aforementioned rocks again. |
| Something you are good at: | *smiles sensuously* Guess... |
| Favourite body part on you: | My lovely, waist length hair. |
| Favourite body part on the opposite sex: | Mmm... whatever I can get at. MRROW! |
| Tattoos or Birthmarks: | A crescent shaped scar on me wrist, that some will recognize as Goddess touched when truly looked at. |
| Piercing(s): | Me ears.. plenty o' jewelry hanging from me ears in proper gypsy fashion! |
| Best place to hang out: | Samporna Estates with m'love, Lemac. |
| Where do you sleep: | Anywhere I wish to. ;) |
| Important lessons you have learned: | Be wary o' a feather on a cat. |
| Best Advice: | Trust your instincts, unless they're truly bad, they won't steer ye wrong. |
| Words or phrases you overuse: | *raises an eyebrow* Ye tell me, else I wouldna notice. |
| Most awesome experience of your life: | Figurin' out how ta traipse through stories ta pinch off with an interestin' item. I mean.. err, *coughs* ter collect rocks. Pretty, bright rocks. =^._.^= |
| Scariest thing you have ever done: | Well, there was this time at band camp... okay, back to IC: Hanging out a window by me fingertips twasn't exactly an enjoyment, hoping to be overlooked by those hunting me. |
| Stupidest thing you have ever heard someone say: | "I think..." Most people don't, especially if they presage whate'er they have to say with those words. |
| Funniest experience: | *grins* Explaining what I REALLY do for a living... |
| Brief History: | Katzenjammer is a wandering gypsy mage. Her feet get the best o' her and she often wanders in and out o' tales. Ye may notice bits and pieces of stories ye've read about from the tales she tells when she "goes away" for long periods o' time. She enjoys pocketing bits that interest her from other tales. She had a particular fascination with the tales o' Thieves World and especially those of Lythande, the Blue Star adept, which is where she aquired Ca-ca-carrier. |