Female

After returning from work each night, Halley hyperventilates and then hides in a small dark box from her own encroaching doom, quietly drinking herself to death on absinthe and issuing crazed manifestos (written on cardboard) on a bimonthly schedule. All rumors about her are true. Any attempt to contact Halley is ill-advised, as her psychokinetic aura has a tendency to reduce innocent bystanders to a thick, creamy paste without warning or pattern: this makes life hard on her coworkers, but wearing a full-body covering of aluminum foil at all times has been found to lessen the effect. However, after signing a legal waiver, those still interested in learning more about this rare and delicate species are referred to the "View More" link below.

On a different note;
+ While Portland is my home and heart-place, as of June 20, 2008 I have been sent on a temporary exile for probably the entire summer and into the autumn to Seattle. (Hoping to be back by September.)
+ Ordained minister through an earth-based non-denominational church
+ Have a cat named Samhain, who's my little tubby baby.
+ Folk harper for the last ten year
+ Painter, looking forward to getting involved with the art community in Portland