Name: Angeline Sarah Monroe.

Status: Innish.
Age: 40.

Class: Elemental - Fire.

Occupation: Professor. Of intellectual history. You really don't want to ask her about it.

Appearance:

Angeline is long and lithe (and also narrow hipped and flat chested). She's got thin lips, large, liquid brown eyes, mile-long lashes and a very self-assured nose. Her eyebrows are arched in a way that makes her look like she's always being slightly sarcastic and when she laughs, the lines around her mouth and her eyes crinkle up. She persists in saying that these lines are only there because she smiles too much, but she can't think of any good excuse for the lines of grey threaded through her hair. It's otherwise mostly brown, with russet highlights if she's been out in the sun too much. She has a bit of a love-hate relationship with it. She hasn't cut it since she was ten and it's down past her waist. Left alone, it's a crazy mass of curls (her father calls it 'the hair that swallowed Atlantis') and if she brushes it turns into a horrific beast, somewhat like a zombie beaver, which tries to eat her head. Sometimes she'll get it cornrowed, or straighten it. Her skin is dark, rich brown.

She has a total of seven piercings in her ears, a tiny, tiny jewel in her nose and The Burial of the Dead is tattooed on her back in dark green ink. It gives her a slight sense of being young and rebellious, which she needs - otherwise constantly being around uni students would make her feel old. She dresses reasonably well (she's trying to set a good example to her trakkie-and-tee-shirt clad class), depending on where she's going and never, ever lets her manicure get chipped. And (quite scandalously, for her age, or so her mother thinks) she'll go jogging in a top that shows off her stomach. She reasons that she had to work hard for that stomach, especially after Elsie, so she might as well show it off.

Other Random Stuff:

She has an eight year old nightmare (or daughter), Elsie Wren Monroe and a baby on the way.

She has sometimes three cats and a dog, respectively named Meow, Primrose, Cat and Woof. It's not her fault.

Primrose is her boyfriend.

She's seen enough of the 'magical' world to know that it's a very strange and dangerous place, and she doesn't want Elsie (who's as normal as a robotic octopus) to have anything to do with it. This is not going well.