Okay, here I am. What do you want me to say? Want to hear about my life? Maybe I should say something normal: I'm 22 years old, five feet tall, in a relationship. I could go on and on about my views on the world and on life and love and balance and the nature of things, but no-one actually reads that crap anyway.

But I WILL say that I'm not gonna be here to collect people. I'm not here for sex or for drugs. Rock and roll, however, is completely encouraged. Don't hit on me, it won't work. Besides that, my boyfriend's got an army. And I'm not talking about a videogame or a RPG or a miniature, I'm talking about living, breathing, armored and armed human beings who will fuck your shit up. It's pretty cool.

I'm a gypsy by blood, and soon enough by trade. In another year I'll be done with this lifestyle of staying in one place. I've lived in the same city my whole goddamned life and it's driving me crazy. So come the end of next summer, I'm out of here. I'll work my way around the country, who knows what I'll do? I will live as I choose.

I have three tattoos. A red-and-black seven pointed star on my belly, which is my tribute and acknowledgement of my Fae nature. If you have a problem with Faeries, don't come here. I have a celtic knot on my thigh, in the shape of a heart. This knot, in it's normal form, represents Solidarity. I learned the meaning of that word from the Gypsies I travelled with a few years ago, true solidarity. The commonality binding us all together that makes perfect strangers family. Hearing someone I just met say that he would kill for me and knowing that he meant it because we have that bond that makes us family. True love, loyalty, solidarity. The third is on my wrist, it is a bracelet-style tattoo, and on the inside of my wrist, it says "Aude Sapere." For those unaware, that is Latin for "Dare to Know." It means that I don't care what is it, I always want the truth. And I will always tell the truth. I don't think that's so much to ask, but some people find it necessary to lie about certain things, and that never does anyone any good.

I wear a ring on the fourth finger of my left hand, it's so constantly there that it's a part of me. I'm not engaged or married, it is there to serve as a reminder to myself of my pledge to always act on my own will. To never surrender, never give in, never give up. It doesn't matter where I go in life, as long as I get there by my own will. I will live my life as I see fit and I will not let anyone stop me.

Also, I'm a model. Not like, big-name in magazines model or anything, just a few projects here and there for fun and, every now and again, a couple of bucks. That's why my photos can be a little scandalous, the fact that I have slightly scandalous photos up doesn't mean I'll sleep with you. Nor does my being a model mean that I want to go down to your basement so that you can take pictures of me. Don't ask without being willing to provide many convincing references, dealing with me asking about your studio space, and requesting that you let me bring along a big scary friend just in case. I'm not trying to be offensive, though some very offended people will tell you I'm a bitch, I just really don't feel like wandering into a stranger's basement all by myself. Common sense, folks.

Hope that's enough to give you an idea of my personality. I'm quite abrasive, caustic, but also sweet and painfully loyal and always as honest. If you can't deal, leave. Simple as that.