Hello. My name is… call me Danielle. It’s not my name, but just as good as. Better, in fact. May the Force be with you. That was Chal-lel. I would have Aemilia don’t call me that It is rather amusing tell you something, but she doesn’t talk much and overally isn’t nice to people. Sometimes respectful, but only toward selected few and just so-so.

That’s all you get here – us three. In the ‘real life’ we share one body and one mind, and sometimes we think that one soul too. It’s not annoying as you might think… I like sharing with those two, and it works well.

Take Aemilia, for example. She’s strong. She’s that type of person who would kill without qualms when we (or anybody around us) is threatened. We let her out whenever the situation is physically or emotinally demanding. On the other hand, she’s anything but sociable – doesn’t like people talking to her unless she talk to them first. Honestly, she’s… dangerous. For that, I do admire her.

Chal-lel. She’s the typical hero. A notorious goodie-goodie. She doesn’t have one egoistical cell in her body… metaphorically speaking. She’s the nice, the calm, the intelligent – pardon me for saying it, but she’s bloody brilliant. Genius. Inspiration for anyone who knows the true her and damn creative on her own… She was training to become a Jedi Knight and would have been the ideal of the Order… They’ve kicked her out after her Master found out about Aemilia and me. Haven’t. They have asked me to leave. And she, naturally, did leave. Otherwise they would have kicked her/us out. Would not have. The Jedi Knights do not resort to violence needlessly. It wouldn’t have been needless. I would not have let you.

Well, you may ask what they use me – as Danielle – for. The answer is simple – to deal with life for them. Chal-lel is relly nice, but on her own she would die. She would give up everything for other people. Aemilia flatly refuses to even look at beings who, she claims, don’t deserve such attention. That leaves the job of communicating to the most normal and least sane of us three.

Our physical appearance, understandably, shows signs of all three of us. I’d spare you the image but for the sadistic desire to not do so. Well, we have about fifteen hair-colours. Most of them natural. A genetic… miscalculation, I’d say. Our eye-colours are more limited, about five distinguishable, ranging from grey-green to chocolate brown, depending on the surroundings and mood and dominating personality. We cannot dress up. Never. Because neither Chal-lel nor Aemilia believe in such nonsense and I am mostly not interested, so it’s up to them… on the other hand, we are very practical about our clothes. Just in case…

Dan, I think it is time you shut up.

Sorry. We do read: Rowling, Tolkien, Herbert, Hirano, Arakawa, Heinlein, Sapkowski, Prokop, Pratchett, fanfiction. Of fanfiction it’s mostly HP(any well-written SS, HP, DM, F&GW, pairings SSxHP, SSxHG, DMxHP and tolerate all but HGxHP) and Fullmetal Alchemist(RoyxEd, sometimes Elricest, tolerate all but EdxWinry and any pairing that includes Armstrong).

If you read this far, you really are a patient one, so I’d like to say thank you. May the Force be with you.

Bye

Dan, Chal-lel… and Aemilia