Which one of you are we supposed to envision? Audreidi or Jandalf? Since I've known you two a little longer than most of the fine people on here, I guess I might have a bit of a picture.

Jandalf always seemed like she should have short, bouncy red hair, and have a lot of energy.

I don't really know how I picture Audreidi, but she always has dark hair in my mind. I don't know exactly how that works, but ya know..... strange things happen in my mind. *shrugs*

I'm not quite sure how I picture Eowyn Skywalker, other than with a lightsaber that she's not afraid to use ;).

I think that I shall never see.......
 

Well, since I kept close tabs on Alk’s picture page, I’ve seen a lot of members as they really are, so my mental picture sort of jives with that.

This leaves me with two options pertaining to this thread. A: I could write picture perfect descriptions of those members and pretend that I’m just that psychic. However, since I have already given myself away, I shall opt for option B:

Estelyn Telcontar

Esty is somewhere between 70 and 80. She’s had a hard life, and lost all of her head hair, so she wears a blonde wig that is in stark contrast with her bushy black eyebrows. Indeed, though she is bald on top, all other areas are well covered. She dresses in burlap tunics, which she has hand embroidered with tulips and daffodils.

THE Squatter of Amon Rûdh

Squatter is, in a word, squat. He is roughly twice as wide as he is tall, and rumor has it that he has not stood on his own two feet since 1978. His hair is long and flowing, except when he braids it or wears it in twin buns above his ears. He favors tight leather, though “tight” is basically what anything would be on his frame.

burrahobbit

Likes dresses.

Mithadan

Good Ol’ Mith is sunburnt to a crisp, except for his nose, which he has liberally plastered with sunscreen. He is tall and muscular, because he spends 90% of his life in the gym or on the beach, working out and sucking his stomach in when the ladies pass by. Indeed, he is one giant flexing muscle from head to toe. His hair is slicked back with Pomade, and he always carries a comb with him, which he tucks in his Speedos when not using.

Bêthberry

Bêth is red, round, and plump, a right cute little berry. She chortles and chuckles while talking and typing, and has a little habit of hooking her pinky in the corner of her mouth. Her hair is a tangle of red frizzy curls, and is home to two bird’s nests and a spider’s web. She is never caught wearing anything but gingham dresses, though in private she has tried on the odd spandex catsuit every now and then.

The Saucepan Man

Saucy is always, but always, sauced. His red rimmed eyes and bulbous nose gives away his binge drinking nights, though during the day he tries to pretend that he is Okay. His clothes are muddy and torn, but he doesn’t notice, playing the dashing rogue wherever he goes. He wears a pork pie hat and smokes old stogies.

The Barrow-Wight

B-W really needs to eat more. He is so skinny that you can play backgammon on his ribcage. He shaves his head so that you can see his bluish scalp in all its glory, and wears a black headband. There is a bull ring in his nose, seven studs in his eyebrows, and a faux emerald navel piercing in what appears to be his belly button. Also, a tattoo of a naked hula dancer on his right biceps, if you can call it a biceps, because he’s so wasted. B-W shuns shirts, but wears baggy denim pants that hang down to reveal his red silk boxer shorts.

Sharkû

It’s unclear what Sharkey really looks like, because he always wears his Bonbon the Clown costume.

Mister Underhill

Underhill is thin, but in a tense, ready-to-pounce kind of way. He dresses in snappy black suits, ominously glinting platinum tie clips, and always wears shades that reflect back at you. His hair is receding at a disturbingly rapid rate, but he doesn’t notice, and walks around with a swagger that indicates he is the most highly intelligent life form he knows. That’s Missssster Underhill, to you.

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I am so dead.....

Firefoot looks like a horse.
Actually just kidding....wait I'm not....oh whatever. :rolleyes:
Anyway Firefoot 5'5. 47 kg. short brown hair. blue eyes. uh well thats it.

And Gil-Galad
6 feet
67 kg
long black hair
Uh, purple eyes?
:)

Well, I can't even come close to imagining the physical and/or mental features of many others here, but they have certainly pinpointed me. Just for clarification:

Yes, I have some facial hair which I find fetching, but it is actually combined with a undeveloped moustache, so I can chide you for that, Fordim. I fancy I look I bit more like Vladimir Lenin than I do like John Lennon, but you were right about the glasses (as you were about figure, build, hair color and...most everything else *sobs at how translucent I am, but immediately stops, realizing people can now imagine what he looks like when sobbing*) I think the choice of clothing varies, but also right genuinely. Oh, I've been read like a book, and I can hardly do the same in return.

As to Son of Numenor, wiry and sinister are probably good words on the subject, and I've been told I look like a brit, though I am not one. I am a proud non-smoker, but I've been known to quaff a keg of vodka or two...Otherwise, right on. And yes, to whoever honored me with the title 'prominent,' I do have a prominent nose. I think it might be hooked, but I can't tell, because my seven years of bad luck have yet to wear off.

For y'all, I can only say the most simple of things. I am convinced that our esteemed F. Hedgesthistle Esq. is either a very large, powerful, and intelligent demigod, or a semi-imposing fellow with a modest fashion sense, a commanding voice, a powerful resolve, and a brain that basically wants out, as there is not enough room in his skull. I have a vague picture, which is of a man in a jacket with a very neatly framed face and build, though not intimidating, but this is another stem off.

I have several other pictures in my small, rudely limited head, but I must go. I'll go into that later, and I advise most moderators to beware, for I shall soon be trying my hand at your descriptions, and it shan't be pretty in the least, (save Bethberry and Pio, who struck me as being very much so, though that is, again, a mental image). For now, the stage awaits!

Closest yet. ;)

Diamond chips in with some truly brutal (if hilarious) descriptions of other Downers. I feel bad about stealing this chance from the people she picked but I'm going to have a go.

Diamond is tall and slender with messy, matted and long brown hair. She has a smile which is of aquired taste (though still nice) but few people notice because of her demented eyes. These are eyes that have surely seen spectres flying about her room the previous night because they seem to be staring right through you and into a distant galaxy. She wears baggy 'rock star chic' clothes straight out of the thrift stores and is constantly told how cool her clothes are by her friends, despite the fact that she barely notices what she's wearing, as her mind is constantly fixed on other, more important issues such as 'How to gain control over her home city/town' or what new thread to post on Middle-earth Mirth. She is extremely friendly and will talk to any weirdo who approaches her but consciously makes a mental note of them for later. As a result she has a nigh on perfect memory of everything she has ever done or said.

In my mind, Eomer of the Rohirrim is Andrew W.K. :D

I showed this to my brother and he snickered. I showed it to my boyfriend and he cracked up. Have you been following me around? This is the closest description of myself I've ever read. Too bad you didn't mention my looks... I'd be interested to read how you think I appear to people.

Fea

Well, I'm impressed
 

Diamond 18 is psychic.

I must admit after I played in Hills of Evendim I always see Imladris as her now deceased character Lira. She has blonde sort of messy hair, thin and tall; but I've imagined her far more beautiful and not so lanky but still thin with blue or brown eyes.

This goes as well for LMP (littlemanpoet) now I always imagine him looking similiar to Falowik, with shoulder length golden locks and blue-grey eyes and sort of ruggish looking. Or perhaps dark hair and green eyes. I don't know I'm not very good at this :p

I wonder what people think of me? I havn't been around that long.

From laughing? Or because B-W is going to kill you? Well, I'll keep you company in the afterlife, I just choked on my soda, spit it all over the computer screen, and died laughing. Those were absolutely hilarious!

I wonder what mental pictures people have of me...

Do Take Thee No Offense, I Beg
 

Ellenar Starfire's got dusty brown hair with some blonde highlights from spending her reading time outside under trees (think introduction to movieFrodo). She can be seen often with her vivid blue eyes looking inward, trying to remember the answer to a question that nobody asked, but those same eyes are quick to flash temper if someone provokes her.

Fordim: I fully had you pegged as Indie, but as that's a nickname of mine, I didn't want to say anything. ;) However, if it please you, I will forever imagine you as the good Doctor Jones.

The Saucepan Man: Il Duce from The Boondock Saints. ( http://students.cup.edu/col2749/BoondockSaints.htm scroll down to where there's a picture of an old guy and two young dark haired guys; the old one is Il Duce.) Substitute the guns with pans or a book, and you've got pretty close to my version of Saucie.

Oh wow. This is so dead on its scary. :p I'm not sure 5'6" is consider "tall" so much as "not short", but. And I do have really long brown hair, which gets messy if I leave it alone for more than a couple hours. The description of smile and eyes, however, are just psychic.

:eek: Actually, no, but that is pretty funny. I couldn't do this because I would be fired, and one can't gain control of her workplace when one is unemployed. Dress to impress, and all that.

Ha! I love it.

Eomer of the Rohirrim

Eomer seeks to emulate the Warg, and indeed, there is much that is naturally Wargish about him. His shoulders are great and hulking hams of meaty flesh, but his legs are kind of skinny. He wears his dirty blond hair long, but there are always bits of sticks and such in it from the hours he spends rooting about in the woods after his elusive first Warg sighting. His clothes suit his rugged pursuits, hefty wools and aged but tough leather. They are torn and patched in many places. He always has a chunk of chaw in the corner of his mouth, and he periodically spits out a stream of brownish liquid before arching his eyebrows, squinting, and darting into the nearby underbrush after what may be a Warg and may be an oversized rabbit.

Eru forgive me
 

Alright, I am unsure of many things in this world (one being the gender of several people I am about to post about), but one thing I most definitely DO know is that I, after the next recitation, will be stoned…so, please, stick to pebbles…

A Completely Off Topic Ode to a Few Barrow-Downers

Aman, mistress of the Dragon
Always has the final flagon.
Eomer’s got more bite than bark
Like a warg in darkest dark.
Fordim might not have a care
But in mind he’s loads to spare.
BW’s green, not black, not gray
And he’ll steal your life away.
Saucepan’s sauced without a fuss,
His garb of choice cacophonous.
Estelyn’s a madam great
Who puts some fun in all our fate.
Nuru is a lass who’s true
With a speck of ‘jolly’ too.
Bethberry, O regal maid,
Not a crude word ever said.
Firefoot strikes me quite the horse;
Steed of hero’s (but of course!).
Perky is a tricky lad
Throughout his days his ne’er been had.
E. Skywalker’s got quite a theme
With her the force is strong, it seems.
Meela, timid she is not,
Who says Stewards aren’t ‘hot?’
I, though, am a simple man,
With too much time on my hands…

Yours, most sincerely,
Official Barrow-Downs Sovereign of Sinister, Duke of Doom, Baron of Belligerence, Earl of Evilness, Tsar of Terribleness, Count of Calamity, Minister of Mischief, Master of Mayhem, Bringer of Bellicosity, Monarch of Madness, Lord of Lackadaisicalness, Ambassador of Anarchy, Messenger of Messiness, and All-Around Evil, Evil, Evil, Fellow,
Kransha, (who looks exactly like his avatar)

*Fordim falls off his chair laughing like a loon; when he can finally stand again, he does so and gives Kransha an ovation*

I hereby nominate Kransha the poet laureate of the Barrow-Downs. :D

Dancing mouse? Me?
 

Now that's interesting Carlas. =P

But the truth is, I hate to dance. I never dance. And I don't consider myself as a mouse, although I know some other people do. :rolleyes: Crazy? Depends on who you ask... So, just a mouse then, eh? ;) Mouse is fine.

The non-dancing mouse,
Orofaniel :D

Kransha - Btw; what a lovely poem! =D

Fea jumps a little too enthusiastically out of her chair, knocking over a few BDers, as well as their drinks, books, wigs, and llamas.

I second that nomination!!!! Props to Kransha, and my only regret for his most excellent poem is that I wasn't featured in it. ;)

On second thought, Fea realizes that her jumping up and knocking people, things, and llamas over has informed her dear BD friends that she is clumsy. She hastily tries to fix her phrasiology...: "Fea *doesn't* jump..."

Fea

Oh, my goodness, Fordim!

Well now, my fulsome colonial colleague, should we ever meet, shall I serve you groundnut stew or Jamaican patties? :) (Good thing you never read my Rohan RPg post as the Shepherd of the Trees--you might complain about my bark. ;))

Nuruamiel,

Oh, but don't you think Fordim is a rambunctious, enthusiastic, panting, just-house-broken puppy?

diamond,

and when I laugh my belly shakes inspite of myself! You are simply brilliant! Squatter has called it, psychic.

kransha,

You're so right, Black Speech has rarely crossed my tongue. Now, a few choice Anglo-Saxon words... ;)


Such great stuff here, truly. I wish I had time to contribute some thoughts of my own about you all. Like the White Rabbit, I am perpetually late.

Oh Eswen...I wish that that was the truth.

From the scant picture I saw of Bethberry under the Chat wights I believe, I sort of picture her as tall, with brown hair, and that "smart" look about her with glimmerings of humour around her.

Fordim I picture as very proffessorish, with glasses, pouring over old books because he's so darn smart...

And Son of Numenor I picture as a golden sun...

*cough*

Cheers,
Imladris

I'm more crimson than golden, but otherwise you nailed me.

I picture Imladris as young and energetic, with pretty long, straight(ish), brown hair. She's kind of short and wears soccer shorts and a tee. She's quick to smile and laugh, but very pensive when left alone. She also often takes to parading around her room when she thinks no one can hear her, shouting Puss In Boots lines and waving a wooden stick.

Nuru: a slender medium-height irish lass (fair skin, chiseled features, cascading black curls) wearing a classic step-dance costume and ghillies: arms tight to her sides, Irish eyes smiling, and feet (and curls) flying as she burns up the floor.

Child: Cami.

Mith: Mithadan.

Birdland: Yeah, I saw the picture; but still....
Raven hair in windblown tangles,
One tress opalescent dangles...

littlemanpoet A balance of bookish and outdoorsy... You used to be blond, but now I think you have red hair. Pursues will-o-the-wisps at twilight.

Mister Underhill: Dark clothing, and a poker face; too cautious to sing or dance on a tabletop, and with the girth as measured in Rivendell, not Crickhollow.

lindil:A darkhaired elf. Check out those pointed ears.

Orual: Hmmmm.... Let me think about this one... misty and mysterious...

Imladris: Curls in tangles; an easy smile; mischeivous eyes; carries a goose quill and a bottle of soot ink.

Aylwen: lady Bella.

Saucie: Well, if he doesn't look like his avatar, what then? I'd be disillusioned.

Helen, you have reminded me that I have not expressed how Orual appears in my mind, though she is probably the 'Downer I have had a mental image of for the longest time.

Orual, it is very simple and rather understandable, the way I picture you. You have red hair that is short but not too short, and you have a quick way with words that can make sharp-tongued hobbits pout with frustration because they can't think of anything clever enough to answer with. You're a great tease but you have a very kind, compassionate heart, and a wonderful gift at understanding the sorrows of others. You're more of a 'slender' type rather than 'skinny.' And of course I must not forget to mention that you have a twin brother that you are very fond of but ran away from.

I don't have a mental image of you yet, Imladris, though I came dangerously close to imagining you always as Gorby Brandybuck. Thank goodness I fought admirably with my mind, eh? ;) I do think however, that you have golden curls.

Kransha, that poem was hilarious but also truly remarkable. Maybe Sigurd should see if such an ode to Maercwen would win her heart! :D

*glances suspiciously at Fordim* Well, Bethberry, if I use all the willpower of my imagination I can see him as thus, save the image of him teaching a roomfull of students. I cannot picture that.

EDIT : Helen, I did forget to thank you for an adjective you used in your description of me. I have regretted the fact that in all my life only one person has used the word 'slender' in opposed to 'skinny.' With your use of the word I can make it two. Slender is more graceful than skinny, or so I've always felt. And so the humblest thanks! *bow* :D

I've had to amend my picture of you somewhat, Nuru, since you started singing Scottish songs too. Did I mention that somewhere beyond the dance floor, there's a well-played pennywhistle?

Speaking of blessings, Nuru, if I can ever live up to what you said about me, I'll let you know...

*Having only just righted himself from the fit of hysteria occasioned by Kransha's Ode, Fordim is levelled once more by mirth*

As it happens. . .

*Fordim is once more overcome by mirth*


As it happens *wiping tears from his eyes* I have been described, by more than one student, as (and I'm quoting from an old teaching evaluation here) one who "bounces around the front of the class like a puppy when he gets really excited by a poem, which he does a lot".

At least I'm house trained.

*Falls over laughing once more and wishes not for the first time that he could head out to a pub with Saucie for a pint or six*

Fea, you're not too far off!

By troth, thy accolades gratified e'er is, lads and lassies of the darknened earthy mounds 'neath which those long of livelihood bereft keep conscience day and sumptuous nights in beds of spider silk and matter most grave...

In other words, w00t, you peeps like the poem. I.have.a.future (not so).

Really, I DO have bizarre pictures of all of you, mostly not human, or Middle-Earth related. I don't know, but I think that my being so dreadfully off topic must have reprecussions, but is the idea, since the other thread of similarilty is now deceased, like us. The following are those who, when I read a response or reply from them, I imagine some strange thing sitting at a keyboard and typing.

Fordim: Most realistic, yet most unreallistically, a balrog...oh yes, I've taken a very particular hint and followed the road it led to...A balrog stuffed into a professor's tweed jacket, a wide-brim fedora, sitting in a beige-velour lounge chair in his lavish estate with a whip of flame and leather at his ready hip. I believe his *ahem* 'appendages' are all carefully concealed by the aforementioned jacket.

The Saucepan Man: His avatar, of course. A cross between Bob Marley's Ghost and a shelf of men's cookware. A man, but hardly one, for what I see is a thing of tin, iron, aluminium, and other substances, mostly restricted to their master pots and pans. He has the residue of sauce upon him, and the smell of it, and sit upon a mighty thrown of recycled cans, colored a royal silver. His eyes and nose are all I see, and they are royal too. If one only saw that, one might mistake him for a past King of Olde.

Eowyn Skywalker: Eowyn, to put it mildly, or a cross between Miranda Otto and my vision of the nephew of Theoden King. A familiar fair hair and features rivalling those of many other false shieldmaiden's. I do not the presence of a lightsaber hanging idly at her side, or robes of jedi-reminiscent brown adorning her along with royal wears and those appropriated from Dernhelm.

Imladris: A cat...yes, a cat. Primarily because of Goldwine. I suppose this Pseudo-Imladris is sunny gold in color, with a regal, lion-like bearing and many fine cushion stacked on a plush throne chair as she taps each key carefully and nobly with her manicured talons. Probably writes with the same talon, with that ever-ready ink bowl, right beside that of the imported milk, that sits aside her fine feline monitor.

Eomer of the Rohirrim: An Eowarg...Eowarg sounds best. He has the body, stout build and regal, warrior's style and delicate yet flashy panache of a fighting king, but the head of a warg, and not those wretched Jacksonian hyena/lemmings. He has the head of a warg LORD, aye, a snout and muzzle that would put the best bread stallion's to shame, (but I do not doubt his bite and teeth behind those ever-pursed, kingly lips).

I have more...but, alas, I am falling asleep in my chair. Melpomene is not a kind one, she, oh no.

P.S. As there has been talk, in RPG's I participate in I try to stray from who I really am. Only one character so far has been like my true self...for those of you who read such things, or know them, I would compare myself in nature, both physical and mental, to jolly ol' Thrakmazh the Orc Captain. Otherwise, I have a touch of everyone, but that dashing, eeeeeeevil beast is the muse provided...

The Phantom: A Black Ridery type of person, usually dresses in black & if he's wearing something hooded the hood is extremely deep & quite dark (or course). Everywhere he goes he's followed by a shadowy mist of secrecy. Few have ever seen his face, in fact, I'm only guessing that he's male. Nearly 6 feet tall, The Phantom can be a menacing & intimidating form when he puts his mind to it.

The Barrow-Wight: Early 30's & doomed for problems with his eyesight (if he hasn't already got them) from squinting at his computer screen for to long to often. His desk is cluttered with the fabled Never-Ending List of Things To Do that winds it's way around obstacles, in & out of drawers & 'ending' (seemingly) in a 3 foot high wrinkled mess. The Barrow-Wight being destined for poor eyesight is also partially due to trying to make out the next thing on his ever-growing list, made more difficult by all the wrinkles, tears & cofee spills. Though I suspect he would never change starting this wonderful site, he is now a slave to the corruption of caffine, trying desperatly to keep up with his growing website. The Barrow-Wight is a character who is apt to look back into the past...wondering how he got into the mess he sees around him.

Kransha -- LOL!!!! Unfortunately I imagine you as an eye...but now I'm picturing you as a cute (though smart) robot.

I imagine everyone on the downs as the following:

About 5 foot 10 inches, with long, brown hair in a trendy cut, with dark green/grey eyes, and thin, elegant eyebrows, a cute little nose, with small, precious-looking lips. A lovely, elegant, medium length neck and petite shoulders. Curvacious hips and an incredible bust (ha). Long, subtle legs and a full rear end. Beautiful feet.

All barrow-downers have an IQ over 100 (even when they don't show it), an Austin Martin Vanquish and can think of nothing better than spending time with yours truly!!

All barrow-downers have a cute little giggle, and know exactly what I am thinking, all the time!!!


<Of course, if there is anyone surfing this site at the moment that fits the above description, then please PM me at once, or even if you dont' quite fit the description, or even as long as you aren't an orc, or even if you are an orc....>



<The above message was a hearty joke, not intended to offend anyone, or, if you are offended, then tough!>

Possibly the funniest thread ever?
 

Ok, I see I have a couple of things to sort out here. Apparently The Warg and Warg Rider Appreciation Thread is so successful that people have begun to imagine me as a Warg. Though flattering (due to the inherent mightiness of Wargs) this is innacurate. I am a humble man, no more and no less. So, sorry Kransha, but you're description is rather off track (despite this, you are still clearly a genius).

Diamond, I am rather relieved to say that you're description is also way off the mark, though I am glad to discover that my vision of you is quite near the truth. :D

Goldberry, you remember my Andrew WK avatar! Alas, I am not too similar to the Great Man himself but that is an image that I would not wish to change for you!

<----- My avatar IS me.
 

I do the same thing in forming an image in my head of other peoplem though I don't have any clear images of anyone here yet. I'm too new.

my impression of you
 

Well, some of this isn't quite what I really imagine you as, only what seems to fit you well (Eomer's mug of ale for one thing ;)):

Eomer of the Rohirrim: Well if you are not a Warg than you must be around 5'10, brown hair (or blonde-brown), & bluish eyes. You also love to spend time on bd with your mug of ale, which is never far off. Not to mention that you are a renown Warg-Hugger, to a falt. :D

The Perky Ent: Seems like you should be somewhat hyper (but not in a bad way), maybe perky is the word I'm looking for :p. I doubt that you are as tall as your screen name suggests, maybe 5'8" or 5'9". You probably don't wiegh to much, skinny but certainly not 'to' skinny. Blonde hair seemed to fit you best at first, but now that I think of it, black works just as well. I have the impression you're male, but don't quote me on that one.

Hmmm.. the only one who I really have an image in my mind of is the Saucepan Man. I picture him as tall and lanky. Always accepting an opportunity to cook pasta. That and anything else that might have some kind of sauce in it. :D

The Perky Ent

Medium height and lanky, with sandy, shaggy hair and green eyes. You'll do anything for a laugh and you have a smile that makes people laugh when they see it (not for aesthetic reasons, I assure you). Nice personality, but sometimes you're too perky for your own good. ;)

*grins cheekily*
 

The Saucepan Man: Dear SaucyPansy was the skinny little shrimp everyone picked on in elementary school. He's still trying to recover from the emotional scarring. He has mousy-brown hair that constantly sticks up in all directions. His nose is large and pointed, contributing much to his rodentlike appearance. He squints, due to being very nearsighted but too insecure to wear glasses, so it is impossible to tell his eye colour.

(Totally joking here! Please take no offence, SaucyPansy! ;) )

Somehow, I always imagined Pio having shoulder-length, straight blond hair, and wearing a suit. And Durelin as wearing all black and living in some deserted cabin in North Dakota. Amazing how decieving the internet can be.

Avatars are usually what do it. Of course, it is difficult to draw a human image from a picture of a sun...

Good thread...
 

Interesting, though I can't say much on the matter.

Meela: Dark, maybe black hair. She's probably of average height, and is viewed as the weird person at school. Her classmates (correctly) assume that she has no life. THIS IS NOT NECESSARILY CORRECT.

I'm curious as to what your opinion of my appearace, personality, etc. is. (I'm male, in case you didn't already know)

A note to my fellow Evendim RPGers: My hair is not dark and slightly reddish like Thoronmir's is.

Hey, I've got an idea! We should each find a picture of ourselves for an avatar, thus clearing up the confusion.

PS: Dragon Elf Odin Ragnorock, who already knows what I look like, should not post a description of me here.

I'm curious too as to what I'm like in your eyes. Do have a shot!

Btw, I'm female.

well...
bad baggins, with an avatar like that, you are going to have some trouble... I imagine you about 5 ft tall with short dark hair in a bob cut, and crazy brown eyes, a half-witted, crazy smile plastered on your face, and always dribbling mouth :P