An Introduction

Hey all!

Since this is my first-ever blog, I thought I would share some introductory things with you, my new reader. Forgive the length.

First off, most of the scenarios here will be based on reality. Scary, I know. However, even if you have something against reality (and who doesn't, frankly), I advise you not to leave--there will only be a smattering.

Secondly, the names you will see here might just be too much awesomeness for you to handle. But I have faith in you, reader! Keep a firm grip on your insanity!

So, let me introduce myself. You can call me Fireball. I'm a young woman with big dreams and many hobbies, the foremost of which is writing. I have blonde hair and green eyes (except when they're yellow, but I'll get to that) and a nasty habit of transforming into a wolf every full moon (see? I told you). I spend my time crocheting minions for myself (including dragons, ninjas, and even the Lord of Madness himself, Cthulhu) when I'm not translating ancient documents and writing long dissertations that will probably never be read by anyone. I am terminally airheaded and recreationally responsible, and I sometimes find those two parts of me at war. But enough about my nature.

My twin goes by Monte. She is, unfortunately, a vampire, but this doesn't hinder our relationship. Most of the time. Strangely, however, she prefers to be awake during the day and asleep during the night, a phenomenon we have explored but never found a conclusive answer to. I, on the other hand, prefer to sleep only when necessary (i.e. when everyone else is usually awake and functioning), another phenomenon my physicians have unsuccessfully tried to correct. She is the cool, logical one who you never suspect is angry until her fangs are embedded into your neck. She spends her time drawing life as she perceives it and then drawing life as others perceive it and then drawing unlife and so on. She finds the living a fascinating bunch, but prefers not to meddle in their affairs.

Allow me to introduce some of the coolest people (I use this term loosely) on Earth.

Tala is one of my packmates. She's one of the more experienced werewolves, and the only one I know that isn't related to me. She has kindly opened her apartment to me for full moons, cookie parties, soda keggers and movie binges. She, like Monte, is an artist, but her specialty is the computer, whereas Monte's specialty is pencil and paper.

Daft is the leader of a secret cult. Oh, I'm allowed to say that--everyone knows that about him. He's not secretly the leader of a cult. It's the nature of the cult I'm not allowed to divulge. I'm not certain he has any followers, but the cult is most definitely in existence. Whereas individuals gifted with brilliance normally eschew functionality, Daft has both which makes him a dangerous enemy or a valuable ally. I am fairly certain Daft isn't human--I think he is of an alien race who prize intellect and creativity over all else. But the jury is still out on that one.

Aerin is Daft's lovely wife. She is an elf who loves nothing so much as gardening, raising cats and lighting things on fire. Fortunately, she doesn't mix her three hobbies. She is kind and caring to all living creatures (except those who pose a threat) and is usually placid and easygoing. Her baking skills are unmatched anywhere in the region, and her garden is a known safe haven for fairies and all other ethereal beings.

The Mighty Pink Overlord (and ninja extraordinaire) may not feature too much here due to the fact that she will soon be leaving, but she is worth mentioning. Although she will be thousands of miles away, I've no doubt she will still have some measure of control over here. She is a dwarf, but don't be fooled by her small exterior--it just means her power is more condensed. She has command over a might league of minions, and she rules them with a steel d20. I mean, iron fist. No, I really meant steel d20. The size of her fist. *shudder*

Then there's Ninja. Her true identity is unknown, but her powers are evident anywhere she goes. She is of similar stature (but different race, being a fairy) to The Mighty Pink Overlord (which makes me suspect you can only be a ninja if you are constantly below people's line of sight) but as in the case of TMPO, Ninja is just raw, condensed power. She has told me (and I believe her) that she has controlled my werewolf side with just a look. When not on duty, she is a compassionate well of love, but when she dons her black uniform, she's a killing machine.

These are the people (again, loose terminology) I live with and/or am related to

The Matron. She is a just, fair ruler whose patience outmatches that of a brick wall, despite her relatively young age. Even though she is my mother, she is not a werewolf nor is she a vampire. She is one of the few humans I know. Despite the common view of humans, this one is tremendously compassionate toward beings like Monte and I. Possibly because we're her offspring, but one doesn't necessarily guarantee the other. She teaches at a school for nonhumans, and spend her spare time (whatever that is) learning everything she can about everything.

Captain Stumpy is my stepfather. He's not a "stump" so much as he's a walking tree. Ironically, he served as captain of the fire brigade for many years before finally taking root (and I'm not even charging extra for the puns today). He is still a hardworking individual with morals and convictions as strong and stubborn as himself.

Wolfie is one of my older brothers. He's a werewolf, as well. His talent with musical instruments is enough to make the ghost of J. S. Bach jealous. (I know this for a fact. He showed up once to watch Wolfie play and just scowled, muttering something like "Why couldn't I be that good?") He is gifted in just about anything he sets his mind to, but the trouble is getting him to set his mind to it. He's a lovable guy when he's not biting your arm off.

Princess Tiger is his wife, a shapechanger who frequently takes on the appearance of a tigress (thus the name). Her mood is as mutable as her form, but most of the time she's an upbeat woman with a big heart and a knack for giving massages. She, too, could do anything she sets her mind too. But, again, therein lies the rub.

The Elder. I'm not entirely certain what his origins are, nor what race he is. His domed, bald head contains vast universes of knowledge, which he mostly uses to complete crossword puzzles in pen in a matter of minutes. He has refined counting to an art, and has the ability to calculate traveling time to the second. He is a fascinating creature, to be sure, but I have not had the time to study him in depth due to his reclusive nature.

Well, that's all I can think of. As other names come up, I will attempt to do them justice. No guarantees, though.

Signing Out,

Fireball