What kind of horrible parents would name their daughter Mary-Sue? Mine, that's who. Mary-Sue: a self-inserted nobody. Gee, thank you o loving parents of mine; I shalt worship thee forever more. No, seriously: I love you for calling me this! Even people who don't use the internet realised that this name has been out of the top 100 for the past three-thousand millennia, but who cares? Different is interesting, right? That's what they say. Yeah... interesting. Very interesting. So interesting that I have two older brothers called Nebuchadnezzar and Pinocchio.
I mean, I'm not even the typical Mary-Sue type of character! Hour-glass figure? Pfft. As if. Flowing blonde locks? Huh. Saying my hair is blonde locks is like calling straw the finest silk. Angsty past? Er... well I was pushed over in the playground in year three, but I think that was an accident. Although, with the name thing, I might just fit that category... Who am I kidding? At least my name is in the Baby-Naming manuals... and I don't think the surname Brown is weird enough either (it hasn't even got an 'e' on the end, for goodness sake!). So, no. In fact, the only box I seem to be able to tick is the one that says I woke up in manga-land and have no idea how to get back home. Because, well, I need to be able to tick something.