About
in 1942 my parents opened a small sock factory. The factory itself wasn't small, they just made very tiny socks. I was left on their doorstep by a 17th century philosopher and they soon discovered that I could emit a blue substance which caused artists to swoon and fall madly in love with me. I like to eat fish fingers and my bedroom is a cozy knook under our stairs. I also have a thing for dragons and bastards as well as men named Eric who may or may not try to kill me depending on how hungry they are. I also have great taste in music and will get really pissed off at you if you try and tell me something I love is not worth my love and I won't talk to you anyore
