Who is...

1. Your loudest character?
Zeke. He's like an air raid siren, especially during really great sex.

2. Your shyest?
Grimoire. Because of all of the paparazzi attention that his mother got as first an actress and then as a member of the government, Grim tries to keep to himself and he rarely talks.

3. Your angriest?
Emmet, Grimoire's abusive ex-boyfriend

4. Your horniest?
Zeke, but seriously, you all knew that.

5. Your poorest?
Lilith probably counts because she doesn't work and she doesn't get any money from her master Tobias. He's rich but he devotes all of his time and his energy to his girlfriend Erinne. Lilith even goes to college on a full scholarship because her master won't give her money. Sad huh?

6. Your richest?
Grim, well his mom is a multi-millionaire at any rate.

7. Your craziest?
Mickey. He's a bio-engineered super-soldier that owns an S/m club and he kills people for fun.

8. Your weirdest?
Zeke, just because of his sexual preferences.

Who was...

1. Your first character?
Zeke's sister Natalie. I started writing her in 2003 and I still use her.

2. Your most recent character?
Lilith from my Anita Blake AU fic that I started like 2 weeks ago

List three of your characters, and three traits they each possess.

1.Zeke
Determination
Intelligence
Sex appeal

2. Grimoire
Innocence
Forgiveness
Ignorance

3. Lilith
Sweetness
Determination
Passion

Out of all your characters, who are you most like?
It's a toss-up between Zeke and Lilith so I guess if they somehow met up in a story and had a kid, their kid would be me...Zeke is my free-spirit and my passion while Lilith is the confused girl that is awakening to her sexuality.

Do any of your characters have pairings? If so, then list a song for three pairings that fits.

1. Yuki x Zeke
Choose Me or Die - Tommy february6

2. Paris x Grimoire
Cry No More - Nakashima Mika

3. Quentin x Lilith x Gemini
Unforgettable - Nat "King" Cole

Drabble: When I Eat +Mild Vore+

I sometimes forget what people tell me to do or not do because my mouth, salivating and disobedient, thinks for me. So I did what I was not supposed to do, I ate the last bit of food. I chewed it up in my hungry, hungry mouth and swallowed it down without a second thought.

And when I finished the little morsels left on my hands and mouth, the bits of human flesh and blood and bone, were still clinging stubbornly to my fingertips. They seemed to be burned into my skin to render me shamed forever.

But how could I regret the taste of human flesh, of salt, sweat, and tears as my latest victim lay cooling on the bathroom floor?

I sometimes forget that human life is fleeting and that once you take the heart out of a human chest, the body dies and shrivels up within moments.