|Location||Gallitzin, Pennsylvania, United States|
|Introduction||American, writer/editor, purveyor of vibrators, witch, wife, childwrangler, catmother, shameless liberal, creatrix, crafty babe, foxy bitch|
|Interests||writing, editing, knitting, questioning authority|
|Favorite Movies||Gone With the Wind, Pulp Fiction, American Beauty, Austin Powers: International Man Of Mystery, Mary Poppins, LOTR, Star Wars, Boogie Nights, When Harry Met Sally..., Raiders of the Lost Ark, Beauty & the Beast, Walk The Line|
|Favorite Music||The Clash, The Vines, Fleetwood Mac, Sex Pistols, The Beatles, Travis, Green Day, Bruce Springsteen, The Rolling Stones, Barenaked Ladies, The Ramones, Keane, Toad the Wet Sprocket, The Killers, Arctic Monkey, Hayseed Dixie|
|Favorite Books||Novels of the Discworld, The Catcher In The Rye, The Sun Also Rises, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Back Roads|
Your bow is not broken but you've run out of arrows. How can you fake being a bard?
By staying completely out of melee and singing an inspiring song. Also not being anywhere remotely near the melee and being, say, in a pub or sharing some time with an attractive local while the rest of the party earns XP... that works too.