Just your average teen who lives deep inside of a Hobbit Hole who enjoys writing. I am currently getting paid in the form of delicious snacks to write fanfics for my little sisters for all of their crazy fandoms that they get obsessed with because they are too lazy to do it themselves. 
     Legend has it that you can only force me out of my den if you are my mother waking me up for school or if you have brought me barbeque chips or skittles. Legend also states that the minute you force me from solitude, I transform into a completely extroverted social butterfly who surrounds myself with fellow members of the teenage species. Are the legends true? Probably.