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For info on my new girl, go here. For the rest, you get mostly copy-and-paste.
SO WHO WAS PHONE -- wait, wrong pasting.
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 life to date has not always been awesome. 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, and she got kicked around the system for a bit, bouncing from foster home to foster home before getting shipped off to Fandom, because no one in Minneapolis wanted to deal with her, any more. Luckily for my girl, she's made some great friends here, and has managed now to get her brother unstuck from a pocket dimension, and landed herself a weekend gig doing inventory at the great and wonderful Warehouse of Weird. Which . . . is my excuse for the fact that I'm rarely logged in on weekends.
This also might mean that, in addition to whatever experiments she gets up to on the island, she could also potentially wander home with a mystical artifact of old, like, say, Houdini's wallet. She may or may not have already made off with a long range taser built by Tesla himself.
Because Tesla.
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've just recently finished writing the rough drafts for not one but two big bangs, so I've been just an eensy bit absent of late, but I promise I'm trying to get better. For one thing, I have a shiny new character to play with for the first time in more than a year. So I'll hopefully be online and pinging much more regularly, nowadays.
SO WHO WAS PHONE -- wait, wrong pasting.
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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 life to date has not always been awesome. 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, and she got kicked around the system for a bit, bouncing from foster home to foster home before getting shipped off to Fandom, because no one in Minneapolis wanted to deal with her, any more. Luckily for my girl, she's made some great friends here, and has managed now to get her brother unstuck from a pocket dimension, and landed herself a weekend gig doing inventory at the great and wonderful Warehouse of Weird. Which . . . is my excuse for the fact that I'm rarely logged in on weekends.
This also might mean that, in addition to whatever experiments she gets up to on the island, she could also potentially wander home with a mystical artifact of old, like, say, Houdini's wallet. She may or may not have already made off with a long range taser built by Tesla himself.
Because Tesla.
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 To be entirely honest, Castiel's going to be laying low for the next few weeks while I wait to find out what the hell is going on with him in canon. Seriously. Holy crap. | |
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![]() | 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. He has, of late, |
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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've just recently finished writing the rough drafts for not one but two big bangs, so I've been just an eensy bit absent of late, but I promise I'm trying to get better. For one thing, I have a shiny new character to play with for the first time in more than a year. So I'll hopefully be online and pinging much more regularly, nowadays.
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Date: 2011-05-04 04:32 am (UTC)He was at least partially responsible for a microwave death ray on wheels in my canon! I love how he just shows up everywhere, inventing crazy shit and generally being a BAMF.
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Date: 2011-05-04 04:34 am (UTC)Watch, he'll show up in W13 season 3. They already got HG Wells in there. . . .