OOC Information

Name: Rae
Age: 21
Email: pixelatedsadism@aol.com
AIM/YIM/MSN etc.: pixelated sadism
Time Zone: Central
RP Experience: Lots
Where Did You Hear About Us?: In the game.

Character Journal: doorknobs
PB: Ruby Aldridge

Character Information

Name: Norah Emily McQueen
Reincarnation: Tasslehoff Burrfoot HERO OF THE LANCE! Don't forget that part! I wasn't going to forget! Yeah, he's a hero.
Age/Birthday: 21 / April 1, 1987
Sexuality: We'll try anything once.
Occupation: I helped kill a whole bunch of dragons, so does Dragon Slayer count? Um, yeah, I'm not a dragon slayer. What about Almost Stopper of the Cataclysm! I came really close! It would have worked if the device hadn't broken. Then I got stuck in the Abyss and-- Okay. I'm a waitress. That's all.But I bet you could slay a dragon...OH! Or you could be the Turner of the Undead! All you need to do is find the spoon! Just a waitress.
Usual Clothing: I'll wear anything. Seriously. I go on thrift store raids all the time, and if it fits, I'll usually get it. I can make it work. Usually. Sometimes I look like a homeless lady, but that's not too often.
Appearance: So, I blame Tas for making me so short. It's got to be his fault. Is not! I'm about 5'1", skinny, with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm super pale, no matter how much time I spend in the sun. Maybe I'm part albino. What's an albino? It's not important. Anyway, I guess I'm cute, in my own way. Not that I'm overly concerned about that sort of thing, but I definitely don't have the self confidence issues.

Abilities/Talents: I can balance a full tray of drinks without dropping them. I'm also really good with numbers. I can do all sorts of math in my head. One day, I may try for a degree in, like, accounting or something, but until then, I'll just stick to being good at calculating tips. Now with Tas's help, I can...We're good at all kinds of stuff! I know how to pick locks, and follow maps (except for that one time, when it took us to a seaport with no sea, but that wasn't my fault) and run fast! I'm also good at finding stuff. You'd be amazed what kind of stuff people leave lying around! And are they ever happy when you return it? Noooo. Yeah, that. I'm learning to speak a few new languages, too. Just in case. With all the traveling I do, it may come in handy. I started on French a few months ago. It's slow going. I can't afford that Rosetta Stone crap, so I'm stuck with the old fashioned book learning.
Allegiance: Are there any Dragon Highlords here? What about Knights of Takhisis? I could be a Dark something, but I don't think I'd be very good at it. We're good.

Personality: I'll try to sum this up for you. I'm friendly. Really friendly. Probably overly friendly. There's no such thing as overly friendly! Yes, there is. I'll talk to anyone, no matter where I am. I think it annoys people in airports. They never seem to want to talk, even when I do. People just don't communicate these days. They're too attached to their Blackberry's and iPods and all that stuff. What happened to just chatting with people? Anyway, I'm also terribly curious. I love going new places and seeing new things. There's a lot of fun stuff to see here, too! Everything is so different and shiny. Have you ever flown? The planes here are amazing! I'd flown before. On a dragon! And once on a flying horse, but they made me sleep for that. Back to the point. Thanks to Tas and his wanderlust, I travel a lot. The world is huge, and there's always something to see.

That curiosity has a, ah, tiny downside. No! They don't need to know about that! I was misquoted! See, we kind of like to find out everything, even if people don't want us to. So, I end up eavesdropping a lot. And maybe breaking in to places. Sometimes. Doors with locks are barbaric! What do people have to hide, anyway! Maybe I don't have a whole lot of respect for privacy, but I am trying. Tas just doesn't understand the human need for personal space. He's learning, though. Whether I want to or not. It's in your best interest, I promise. Someone's going to end up shooting us if it doesn't stop. I've never been shot before. I wonder what it feels like. A house fell one me once. That was interesting. Okay, so, we're going to avoid falling houses, too.

I guess I'm pretty adventurous, too. It goes along with the curiosity thing. I want to know what it feels like to jump out of a plane or scale down a cliff or deep sea dive. I can't afford too much of it, but I try to do something like that once or twice a year. That's one thing about having a Kender running around in my head. They're immune to fear. They get 'queer' feelings, but only when something is really, really wrong. Fear is boring. You never try anything fun if you're afraid all the time. The only problem with that is that I still feel fear. Sometimes. So I let him talk me in to crazy things, and then I start freaking out. Luckily, Tas is pretty good about talking me through stuff. He's actually good at that, sometimes. Hey! And he knows a whole lot more than I do. Just don't let him draw maps. He makes up names for places he's never been. Who got to decide what their names are, anyway. I can call them whatever I- Calm down. Anyway, that's us. Take it or leave it.

Home(s): Right now, I'm living in Dublin. I thought I'd go back and find my roots. But I move around a lot. Kender like to travel. New roads! I guess my real home would be in Maine, with my humangous family.

Family: Annie-Mae McQueen (mother), Douglas McQueen (father), Brittany McQueen (older sister), Danny McQueen (older brother)

My mother was really big on telling me stories about our family history. Where they'd come from, what they'd done, that sort of thing. So, I know quite a bit. My father's family came over first, from Ireland. They were firmly working class, opening up a laundry shop to pay the bills. People weren't too keen on the Irish back then, but they did alright. When my father was old enough, his parents sent a letter back to Ireland, asking for a suitable wife to be sent his way. They had old friends, the Duggins family. Their oldest daughter was of a marriageable age, so they paid to have her sent to America. Weird, I know. The whole arranged marriage thing kind of freaks me out, but it worked well for them. From what Mom says, things were awkward at first. I can see that, being sent to a weird country to marry someone you don't know. They made it work, though. Eventually, they even fell in love. Isn't that sweet? I've seen that kind of thing work, too, even though Porthios was uptight about everything.

Anyway, they had a whole bunch of kids. One of them was my Dad. He was their third son, and the fifth kid all together. There was even one more girl after him, even though by that point my grandparents were in their forties. Is having kids an addiction, because I think they were, like, child junkies or something. Kender always have lots of babies, too, because it's easier for them. Elves, not so much, but Kender? They say that a stork delivers their offspring. I've never seen a stork before, though, and I don't remember being delivered by one. Back to the point. All of my aunts and uncles went off to do their own thing, the oldest two taking over the family business while the younger ones forged their own path.

My Dad, he'd always had a knack for growing stuff. He got a bank loan, and opened up a business of his own, a greenhouse/nursery type thing. He grew plants and sold them, whatever they call it. That's how he met my mom. She was several years younger than he was (eight, to be exact), and got a summer job working for him. If this is a love story, you could at least make it more interesting. Where are the battles, the intrigue? Hush, Tas. There were no battles. Boring. It's not boring, it's sweet. So, there she was, working for him, running the register and watering plants. And then they feel in love. Still boring. My Mom's parents didn't approve, at first. They thought my dad was too old and all that. It took them a long time to get married. They spent five years trying to work everything out. But when they did, everything was fine and dandy. A happy ending all around. They had one kid right away, my sister, Brittany. She's turns thirty this month, but don't mention that to her. She gets all pissy. A year later, my brother came along, Danny. I guess that kept them happy for awhile, because it took another six years to work up the urge to have another kid.

History: Is it our turn yet?No, it's my turn. I never get to have any fun. You'll be along in a minute. Now where was I? You were being born... Oh, right. My parents waited awhile to have another kid, but eventually, they did. Me. Norah Emily, the youngest of the McQueen clan. Being the baby of the family was lots of fun for me. I was spoiled, sure. Even my brother and sister were easy on me. They may have picked on me a little, like all siblings do, but it wasn't anything too drastic. Plus, if my parents caught them, they got in lots of trouble. I may have played up to that a bit, too. Hey, I was a kid, okay? Not that I didn't know what I was doing, but don't kids get a free pass on that kind of thing?

I grew up in a very stable household. My family was big on 'family time'. Not just with our immediate family, either. There were always aunts and uncles and cousins coming in and out of the house, when we weren't getting hauled off to visit our grandparents. We're the sort of family that had dinner every Sunday, the sort of dinner you didn't miss for fear of death. I died once! A giant stepped on me. That's nice, Tas. Now let me tell my story. Fine Looking back, I'm really glad that I had that. I wouldn't have been as happy or well adjusted otherwise, which means that having Tas probably would have driven me nuts. More nuts. I didn't- Yeah, yeah, I know. It could have happened, though, and we're very, very glad that it didn't.

I was eleven when Tas moved in. I didn't move in. I appeared! Like magic! I don't know how I got here, though. I know I was dead, and this is better than the Abyss, but I miss Flint. At first, things were a little hectic. I didn't know what was going on, and Tas started talking immediately. The Agency people showed up pretty quick and explained things. That was a little hard to understand. After all, I was still pretty young, and here I was, being told that I had another person living inside me. But Tas was easy to get along with, even if he did never shut up. My parents thought I had some sort of mental deficiency. Apparently, it's 'crazy' to talk to yourself all the time. But I learned to deal with it. I had a good Caretaker, who talked me through the whole thing. By the time I got to high school, I was all adjusted. Mostly.

There's something wrong with this place. This 'high school' stuff? It's nuts. Adolescent human teenagers aren't the nicest bunch, you know. As you can probably guess, those four years of my life weren't the easiest. I was the weird kid who couldn't pay attention to an entire conversation. I told bizarre stories and 'stole' things from other students. We didn't STEAL. We found things, which we would have returned, if they'd only asked. They didn't have to go getting all defensive all the time. I'm not a thief. I know. We weren't thieves, not really. Things just found their way in to our hands without me knowing how it happened. I got suspended a few times, had to deal with a lot of counselors. Luckily, the Agency helped to smooth things over, so I didn't get kicked out of school permanently or anything.

Once I graduated, my parents wanted me to go to college. I still hate that I let them down, but I just...didn't want to go. There were other things I wanted to do, like travel. At first, I just went around the state. Then I started branching out. It's so much easier to travel here. Not nearly as much walking. There's also a lack of goblins and draconians to fight. That makes it less interesting, but that's okay. Honestly, I'm glad I don't have to fight goblins. Hobos, sure, on occasion, but no goblins. No minotaur's either. Have you ever 'mooed' at a minotaur? They get mad, and they run fast. 'Mooed' at a minotaur? That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. You know, that's exactly what Flint said. That's because it's really dumb. Anyway, I went to all the fun places: New York City, Los Angeles, Boston. Two years later, I got bored with that. It was time to leave the country.

I bounced around a lot, but that got kind of expensive. Finally, I landed in Ireland. There was still some family there that knew who I was. They hooked me up with a job and a place to stay, which was cool. I may have been settled, but at least I was somewhere new and interesting. The people here are pretty nice, too. So here I am, having fun and being happy. That's all I ever wanted out of life, anyway. Oh, and Tas is happy too, which counts for a lot. We're a good team. Damn right we are.