One dark and stormy... morn... in a place not too far away and in a time not so long ago, a little girl was born. For several years her parents wondered if there had somehow been a mix-up in the delievery room, but when she first started swearing they knew they indeed had the right one.

And in that moment, all their hopes and dreams were shattered.

Dulcet is now fourteen-years-old and enjoys long walks on sandy, moonlit beaches. She reads, writes, and draws in her spare time, waiting for Prince Charming to come on his fiery white steed to sweep her off her feet. She is a romantic sap, but often times things love is bullshit.

Go fig.

Dulcet is a head case and incredibly perky, minus her weekly depressions. She loves to sing in the shower, act in front of any mirror handy, and dance. She would dance all day and night, but she's as graceful as an elephant and her mother often times gets mad at her for all the noise that her thumping around and off-key singing produces.

Loves Harry Potter series. Will day of happiness the day Draco proposes to Ginny, but seeing as she will live forever... Favorite ships are Draco/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Lily/James, Colin/Blaise (don't ask), Remus/Tonks, and Snape/Narcissa. Will read anything *but* Harry/Ginny or Harry/Hermione.

Has scared many of the readers off by now but doesn't care. She can be overbearing at times and maybe a *little* obnoxious, but begs you to remember that when you're at moral crossroads, do what Jesus's dog would do.