I got my name from a wandering doe, while I was climbing trees in search of cookies. She kept it in her postbag.
I used to spend my days dressing up in all sorts of wondrous outfits that surprised and shocked my friends, waiting for the day when I would become a real life princess (or an astronaut) but as I am recently ginger, it seems a long way off for now.
I like drawing and doodles. Especially hearts, they grow out of my pen onto paper and cardboard (other surfaces are available) and turn up inside my little computer box, I press some switches and they turn into magical, glorious masterpieces.
Modesty is my strongpoint.
My mind has a constantly playing soundtrack featuring mermaids, princes and their sisters, twins and cute fire-haired girls. I have fallen in love with the name Roscoe.
Words and phrases stick to my mind like internal post-it notes. I have two sisters, one is an appalling liar, and the other has secrets for sale. My cats look on in despair.
If I had one wish, I would wish for more wishes.
I use my nondescript powers for good and for evil. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
