BIO:
Somewhere out in the vast and magnificent Whole Sort of General Mish Mash, orbiting Soulianis and Rahm, the twin suns situated in the heart of a pitch-dark nebula, lay an ancient, long-forgotten planet. In the heart of this dusty, godforsaken rock, one employee was chosen to be revived from the population's cryogenic slumber, and sent across the galaxy to monitor the planet's finest creation: Earth.
This particular employee was an esoteric anomaly even amongst her peers, being largely responsible for the oddly picturesque architectural disaster that became known as the Badlands. Across the time, space, and dimensions of the Whole Sort of General Mish Mash she flew, finally landing her craft on the beautiful shores of her target destination...
Okay, so she up and crashed into the side of an unfortunately violent mountain out in the American Northwest, the subsequent volcanic eruption claiming numerous lives and causing billions of dollars in damage. After a quick adjustment of the dimensional planes with what little remained of her ruined technology, she arrived in the proper "present day," adopting a not entirely inconspicuous title, and beginning her observation.
She made immediate note of the drab, sheeplike mainstream culture the world had adopted, and sought to avoid it for intelligence's sake, meanwhile distracted from her duties with the stranger side of Earth, becoming increasingly fascinated by interactive computer simulations, nitroglycerin, the French-Canadian circus, and one rather odd, idolized form of art created by the Japanese.
On one particular jaunt out to procure information on the fine art of HTML, she encountered Supreme Commander Drake of the Anime Secrets Agency. Unaware of his affiliations at the time, the two struck up a quick friendship. Without warning, the alien was kidnapped into the ranks of Anime Secrets, much to her delight. Resources gratuitously expanded, she was free to pursue the watching of Anime and the reading of Manga as she saw fit. In return, she offered her watchful eye to monitor the occasionally wily IRC channels and forums.
She can now be found wandering aimlessly about the agency, book or portable game in hand, screaming "Belgium", among other peculiar expletives, at anyone who accosts her unannounced. Pasttimes include roleplaying, snowmobiling, reading, cooking bizzare dishes, and writing abhorrently long autobiographical narratives.
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Mrs. Skillet