My name is Qetsiyah, or "Kizzy" Gagnon
^*We Are All Children of God*^
I am 18....okay fine, I'm really 23.
^*By the Way, Great Mask*^
^*Leave Town for a Few Decades and They Change Everything*^
I am Romani, or a gypsy, for you people who don't want to get technical. My father was a French gypsy and my mother was a Spanish gypsy.
^*What Makes a Monster, What Makes a Man*^
I am a woman, thank you.
^*See the Mystery and Romance*^
I like men. Why do you ask? It should be obvious!
^*Sing the Bells of Notre Dame*^
I am a contralto, I have a great singing voice, but I also have a decent voice for bossing people around with... whee
^*Dark Was the Night When Our Tale was Begun*^
I was first raised in Andalucia, but then my family moved to Paris when I was 12 for some odd reason. After a year or so, those stupid authorities at the Palace of Justice took my parents and my sister away from me and that no-good b*****d Claude Frollo had them executed under suspicion of "witchcraft".
I still don't know how I escaped, but I would have rather it been me. I wandered and meandered here and there until I almost died myself because I wasn't "street smart" at the time until this guy named Clopin came out of nowhere and brought me to the Court of Miracles. Apparently, he's the king of the gypsies. Convenient, no? Anyways, I'm still grateful to him( mrgreen ) and all the people that helped me get through all of these years. Now, I make a living dancing and entertaining common folk like myself...oh, and staying out of trouble. The others say I have a tendency to act innapproiately in front of children. I guess it's just my timing....
^* Laugh Until our Sides Get Sore*^
Like I mentioned, I love dancing, singing, entertaining, and all that jazz. I also like money. Not a great penchant to have when you're a gypsy, but what can you do? I also take enjoyment in *ahem* men, if you get my drift...(Clopin= heart )
^*Hellfire, Dark Fire*^
Okay, one thing I absolutely despise(besides Frollo): goats. I HATE goats. They're nasty, filthy, mean, stupid, little creatures. I don't care if they can dance or arrange letters. I still want to kill them. Plus, they could be used for a better purpose: my lunch. I need food.
^*Listen, They're Beautiful, No?*^
'Fiesta Pagana' by Mago de Oz, 'Spiritus Khayyam' by Globus
^*Any Last Words? That's What They All Say*^
Uhh...You'll notice that I use this response A LOT. Hmmm....let's see....ummm....well...yeah, I got nothin'.
