-Miss Chievous a.k.a La Gioconda a.k.a In the darkNess a.k.a UltraViolet41-
Penelope Alexzandra Brostella
May 26, 1984 - January 31, 2028
*Profile written by Sebastian Melmoth ("Read this, fellow fanfic fans, you might get a laugh.")

She’s petite, she’s unconventional, she’s a hyper-insomnio-para-condrioid, and she doesn’t give a flying, um, puck of what people think of her. She’s Alexz and she’s a badass rocker. For those who don’t know her, she comes with a lifetime supply of Pepsi Blue, a paintball machine gun, a set of polar moods and kiwi-flavoured lip balm for that cool pucker look, batteries not included, may not be suitable for children under/over 25. But enough about her… Oh wait, this is her bio! It’s all about her!

Alexz is the extroverted frontwoman of on-and-off so-cal band Sound Dimension, she enjoys arguing like a true Italiana, she’s got a psychotic prep for an alter ego, and she’s a self-proclaimed graffiti decorator. She’s exceedingly ecstatic, manic-depressive, uber-chaotic, anti-bullshit, trouble-magnet, spiffy-scandalous atomic ragazza, but in spite of it all we’d like to keep her around for a little while longer.

Her fetishes include decadent angst, surrealist painting, the Venetian Carnival, devil-worshiping, Linkin Park, reading, coffee, her new Alfa Romeo, artistic selfishness, decorating her new house, mindless self-indulgence (not the band), vintage clothing, Orlando Bloom, good movies, Joan of Arcadia, black underwear, funky underwear (with the stuff written on the bum), chewing gum, compulsive lying, funky earrings, cute black-haired boy from The O.C., things that go Ka-Boone in baseball, paranormal phenomena, Sum 41, black and white photography, Avril Lavigne, grrls in music, song-writing, her black rose tattoo, Bailey's Irish Cream, Hot Hot Heat, lip piercings, ketchup, surfing, atomic surfing, suicide attempts, random annoyance, italian soccer (Viva Roma!!!), swimming in the ocean, and Mike’s Hard Lemonade.

She can bend spoons with her mind and bend minds with her spoon. If she were a crayon, she’d have to be the whole box (can’t make up her freakin mind); her goals are survival of the most whacked out, becoming an aerialist, publishing a book, going to snipers’ school, and spontaneous combustion.

Beware of the mischievous Miss Chievous. All shall love her and despair.

"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." -Juan Ramòn Jimènez.

"Reality is a good thing. No, it's not always dramatic. Sometimes... just sometimes, it's as simple as a moment of clarity, where you realize that even if you don't know everything you thought you did, you're still okay.
You're okay."
-SLWatson, The Journey.

In the darkNess