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notmyownage) wrote2010-12-30 02:02 pm
notmyownage) wrote2010-12-30 02:02 pm
OOC: Everybody infopost now!
Only a couple, this time, and mostly copypastaed.
This is Claudia. She's adorable. She's bubbly. And she's probably smarter than you are.
Claudia's from Warehouse 13, Syfy's answer to The X-files and Indiana Jones. You know that giant warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc full of boxes upon boxes of mysterious stuff? Yeah. Warehouse 13 is like that, only everything's on display to play with. Because the place is totally run by geniuses. *nods*
Claudia's here pre-series, so she doesn't know about the Warehouse yet. What she knows is that her parents died when she was little, and her older brother, who raised her after that, vanished in a mysterious teleportation experiment with a complex compass from the 16th century, while supervised by an odd grant official named Artie Nielson, and her life has kind of sucked since then. She got kicked around the system for a bit, trying to recreate her brother's final experiment, and finally ended up getting shipped off to Fandom, because no one in Minneapolis wanted to deal with her, any more. She's since discovered that her brother, rather than being dead, is trapped between dimensions in a teleportational limbo, and that the key to getting him out is likely Artie Nielson, himself. If she can only contact the bastard who abandoned her to deal with her sudden lack of family all on her lonesome.
But that's for eventually (hopefully soonish). For now, she's bumming around Fandom, tinkering with things, building occasional trebuchets for the hell of it, hanging out with her best friends, a werewolf and a de-aged forensic biologist.
As you do.
Need something (mostly handwavily) invented? Claudia's your girl. She builds awesome devices out of random crap she has lying around. She can possibly fix your random technology, too, even if it's something she's never seen before. She just might ask if she can play with it before giving it back to you. She'll be (mostly) careful, she promises! She hasn't blown anything up in ages!
Hi! I'm Bella, aka Iz, (formerly) aka Nadia, aka . . . well, I'm open to nicknaming, let's leave it at that.
I'm on crack.
Not literally. But I am kind of insane and tend to come up with somewhat bizarre ideas that I like to shaaaare.
I'm a 29 year old east coaster who works evenings. I'm primarily about in the afternoons/early evenings on weekdays, when I'm stuck at a desk. After around 9 pm EST, I'm more likely to be in and out as I drive home, run errands, and sew useless little bits of things that I then pass off to friends and family so they don't fill my tiny apartment, and spend my weekends, reading, watching TV, sewing, or erranding. I'm usually available by email at bellatemple (at) gmail (dot) com -- I'm sometimes on AIM in the evenings/weekends as "NotISaidDuck" -- and I'm pretty easy going, so feel free to shoot me an email if you've got something to say or ask. For serious.
I will admit, at the moment I'm in a bit of a dry spell, being distracted by numerous other things, most especially chronic car trouble that has me twitchy and glaring at my finances. This will hopefully clear up a bit in the new year and I'll be way more present again. Also, I may be apping a new townie at some point. Because sometimes you just can't resist.
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Claudia's from Warehouse 13, Syfy's answer to The X-files and Indiana Jones. You know that giant warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc full of boxes upon boxes of mysterious stuff? Yeah. Warehouse 13 is like that, only everything's on display to play with. Because the place is totally run by geniuses. *nods*
Claudia's here pre-series, so she doesn't know about the Warehouse yet. What she knows is that her parents died when she was little, and her older brother, who raised her after that, vanished in a mysterious teleportation experiment with a complex compass from the 16th century, while supervised by an odd grant official named Artie Nielson, and her life has kind of sucked since then. She got kicked around the system for a bit, trying to recreate her brother's final experiment, and finally ended up getting shipped off to Fandom, because no one in Minneapolis wanted to deal with her, any more. She's since discovered that her brother, rather than being dead, is trapped between dimensions in a teleportational limbo, and that the key to getting him out is likely Artie Nielson, himself. If she can only contact the bastard who abandoned her to deal with her sudden lack of family all on her lonesome.
But that's for eventually (hopefully soonish). For now, she's bumming around Fandom, tinkering with things, building occasional trebuchets for the hell of it, hanging out with her best friends, a werewolf and a de-aged forensic biologist.
As you do.
Need something (mostly handwavily) invented? Claudia's your girl. She builds awesome devices out of random crap she has lying around. She can possibly fix your random technology, too, even if it's something she's never seen before. She just might ask if she can play with it before giving it back to you. She'll be (mostly) careful, she promises! She hasn't blown anything up in ages!
| This is Castiel. He's an angel, from After-Elton's favorite crazy CW genre show starring two hot brothers In other words, I'm very slowly catching my angel boy up on canon, while keeping in mind the fact that he's learned a great deal in Fandom. Primarily that the proper response to stress is to run away to Thailand and get ridiculously wasted (thanks, Chuck Bass!). So, you know, totally healthy and heavenly, amirite? | |
| scruffnfeathers |
| This is Priestly. He's from Ten Inch Hero, which is a fluffy little indie rom-com about young adults working at a sandwich shop in Santa Cruz. He's a punk. But he's a punk in that happy-go-lucky, anarchy-is-about-love-not-violence, my-role-models-are-actually-hippies kind of way. But with a mohawk and strong beliefs regarding the tyranny of various governmental systems and the power of the people. He's now graduated, hanging out in Santa Cruz with a bunch of crazy hippie-ish sandwich making people while going to culinary school and crushing after his movie love-interest. He owns a flying squirrel named "Ramone", is best friends with a superhero, and is a little bit of a smart ass, but otherwise, he's a pretty nice guy. Seriously. He loves almost everybody. He's just that kind of a guy. | |
| lovemykilt |
| bellatemple |
I'm on crack.
Not literally. But I am kind of insane and tend to come up with somewhat bizarre ideas that I like to shaaaare.
I'm a 29 year old east coaster who works evenings. I'm primarily about in the afternoons/early evenings on weekdays, when I'm stuck at a desk. After around 9 pm EST, I'm more likely to be in and out as I drive home, run errands, and sew useless little bits of things that I then pass off to friends and family so they don't fill my tiny apartment, and spend my weekends, reading, watching TV, sewing, or erranding. I'm usually available by email at bellatemple (at) gmail (dot) com -- I'm sometimes on AIM in the evenings/weekends as "NotISaidDuck" -- and I'm pretty easy going, so feel free to shoot me an email if you've got something to say or ask. For serious.
I will admit, at the moment I'm in a bit of a dry spell, being distracted by numerous other things, most especially chronic car trouble that has me twitchy and glaring at my finances. This will hopefully clear up a bit in the new year and I'll be way more present again. Also, I may be apping a new townie at some point. Because sometimes you just can't resist.