send me a character and I’ll tell you:
2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: Teenage Whore by Hole, God’s Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash, I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow by the Soggy Bottom Boys, Fire by Delta Rae.
the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to: anywhere backstage; in the recording booth; in the hairdresser’s chair.
the game they’d destroy everyone else at: Rock Band and any of its variations/copycats; Mario Kart.
the emoticon they’d use most often: ;*
what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: GROUCHY. Easily set off by tiny things. Constantly trapped in a cycle of explosion and apology.
their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever: vanilla creme brulee latte with cinnamon sprinkles.
how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: pampers herself: goes for massages, mani-pedis, hits up vintage stores and thrift shops for cute things to DIY.
what they wanted to be when they grew up: rock star princess of the world, or possibly a welder.
their favorite kind of weather: scorching heat. The kind of day where you go to the beach to try to cool off and burn your feet on the sand.
thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): incredible, mezzo-soprano, surprisingly powerful.
how/what they like to draw or doodle: tends to draw really quick, sloppy stars all over nearly everything she owns without thinking; adds hearts and skull-and-crossbones when she is thinking.
Rosa, please!
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