I see that you are a lost traveler of the the realm of FanFiction. How else would you have stumbled upon my biography?
You say by chance? Was it by chance, or was it only because you saw my story?
No? Still you hold to the fact that it was Fate that brought you here, silly you. I brought you here, through my twisted story that has yet to gain a plot.
You ask me about myself? Well, can't you see me, with my towel wrapped around dark brown hair with little wisps curling out? Can't you see my brown eyes laughing at the world and its predicament? Small hands spar with one another as they leave white scratches against brown skin.
Now you see me differently; I am wearing all black, preparing to go to the worlds funeral. Long brown hair tumbles around my slim shoudlers and cascades down my back. Glasses now hide my eyes from the scruntiny of your curiosity.
Stepping gracefully from the shroud of mystery i have created with my words, I greet you with a smile. You smile hesitantly back, obviously wondering if I am insane. Smiling at you, I am wondering the same thing. I do not know who I am, so I could not tell you if I am subject to insanity or not.

Right-o people. This is soon to be a two-person account, I think. My friend and I are collaborating on a new story, which is currently untitled. A basic summary: People that we know (including us, actually) are going to be shoved into a "Survivor" setting and there will be extreme degradation to our characters. You might even recognize Rebekah, Jen and Sara from "The Plaque of Many Colors!"
Be prepared for extreme insanity for this ficlet.