Salutations, civilians.

... (Am I using this thing right? I sincerely hope so.)


I have nothing better to do, so I suppose I'll introduce myself to you insignificant mortals.


My name is Willow Clarice Lane, and I'm smarter than all of you. I have an IQ of 247, and I have an identical twin sister who is lucky to have an IQ half as great.


Appearance wise, I have red hair that (presumably) reaches my lower back when it's straight and is about halfway between my elbow and shoulder when it's in its natural state; curly. I have cyan coloured eyes and I have terrible eyesight, and in turn wear eyeglasses whenever I'm not sleeping. My vision is 150-150, for that matter.


My favourite pastimes include reading, botany, and photography. I also am an avid author, and am currently working on a semi-historical novel on the distinct texture and qualities of the birch tree's bark. Most of my books are on botany, yet I have written an auto-biography on my prestige level.


You may or may not be wondering about where I'm from, but I will surely explain to you anyway. I come from the countryside in England roughly halfway between London and Birmingham, and my social status in the English peerage is a Marchioness. Although I have a twin, she is not of nobility as I am. Our parents divorced when we were 7 months and 29 days old, and my mother only received custody over my twin, Lanie. Our mother remarried 1 year later, and to avoid confusion, Lanie took up her step-father's last name; Holland. I stayed in London with my father for a few weeks, and eventually moved to my previous mansion.


I never saw my mother after she moved away, so I have no idea how she looks, but I know that my father had red hair and cyan eyes; the same as myself. My father, however, died from lung cancer last May, which is when I moved to my current "home" in the United States of America.


My favourite drinks are tea (of which I usually serve scones as a side-dish) and coffee; but more often than not I drink tea. I specifically drink Earl Grey tea after being steeped for precisely ten minutes with enough cream in it to turn the tea beige and roughly a spoonful's worth of sugar.


The only reason I'm blogging today is because Lanie was practically begging me to start a blog because she feels that I have such an intriguing story, but oh well.


Fare thee well,


Willow