Dianne Williams

Name: Dianne Williams

Age: 19

Species: Mouse

Gender: Female

Sexuality:Bicurious

Political Affiliation:Democratic Liberal... kind of... it works!

Organization Affiliation: None (hoping to join TUS)

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: European

Occupation: None

Languages: English (could easily learn other languages if she saw a reason to)

Appearance: A small mouse of a girl, no pun intended... much.  Slender skinny body and long limbs.  She might actually be quite pretty if she paid any attention to her looks.  She normally wears j-random oversized t-shirt that hangs off of one slender shoulder and cargo pants that sit cock-eyed on her small hips.  She also has a pair of round wire-frame glasses that she's constantly having to push back up her nose.

Personality:She is a clear example of the difference between intelligence and knowledge.  She has an IQ of 224, yet with so much knowledge between her ears, she has no clue how to apply it.  For her, too much detail is never enough.  She's the sort who will be listening to someone lecture on any topic, be able to repeat it back perfectly, and still point out the faint ketchup stain on their tie.  She has a temporary photographic memory, in which she can recall something perfectly from a few hours ago, but can't remember what she had for breakfast by the end of the day.  She often takes notes of what she deems important, which most tend not to.  For the most part she waits until she knows she's alone before taking notes, unless she believes something to be truly important and fears she might forget before she can find some alone time.  She knows how to use a computer, but has found them more of a hastle than anything and kind of untrustworthy.  She's twitchy and kind of jumpy around others.  Especially a large group of people.  Her coping mechanism is a long necklace made of smooth onyx beads that belonged to her mother.  She runs it through her fingers, silently counting each bead until she feels comfortable again.  She is really sweet, once you get passed her jumpiness and nervousness, and loves physical contact with those she knows and trusts.  If you're not someone she knows and trusts, expect a really anxious mouse.

Background Information: She's had a pretty healthy upbringing, with two loving parents and an older brother who, though they argue sometimes, she knows she can depend on.  She was home schooled a lot after her third grade teacher noticed her social problems as well as how she seemed to excel mentally when not around her classmates.  This only fostered her social awkwardness though, yet by the time her parents caught on, there was no real way of going back.  She never really knew her grandparents, who died when she was still little.  She found her grandmother's beads when she was eight and snooping around the attic and just sort of clung to them ever since.  

Relationships: 

Jack Williams- Older Brother

Weapons: None.  She doesn't know how to use any either, and is a pacifist at heart anyway.

Equipment: Her messanger bag, filled with notebooks upon notebooks with pages upon pages of notes in a very poor, hasty handwriting, as well as a large pack of pens in the front flap.  Her grandmother's beaded necklace, which she keeps in her side pocket for easy access, and her brother's dog tags.

Properties: None.  She bounces between her parents' house and her brother's apartment.

Vehicles: A bike.  Nothing special, just something to get her from point A to point B faster.