Anna is a writer/artist/musician, who is trying to figure out just what the hell to do with herself, and looking into eventually becoming a veterinarian, ignoring the fact that she has tremendous difficulty with higher math. She currently resides in a mobile home with a family friend who's known her since birth, and is an uncle in all but blood, in San Jose, California. She used to ride horses and jumps at any opportunity to do so again - though it doesn't happen often in the concrete wilderness. She stumbled into #afd (a FFRP chat on Dalnet) sometime in 1995. True to her rather unique nature, she became WasKaz, a coastal dragoness of interesting mein. A short time later, she found that her nick of choice, Kaz, had become available, and snatched it up. Then the minotaur closest to her soul manifested, and Kazanthi de-Arluun (Kaz for short) strutted onto the stage.
Well, years rolled past all too quickly, while Anna played on #afd and goofed off in college, the only place she had computer access. She founded #Minotaur's_Rest, a chat channel where she could do a little more serious roleplaying. It was just starting to experience some limited success, when graduation and a move to Washington prompted it's closing. The channel never recovered and is now defunct.
She writes: poems, a few short stories, some not so short stories, and pens novels - not that any of those novels are actually finished.
She also sculpts, using an oven-bake clay called Sculpy to fashion dragons, minotaurs, cats, dogs, wolves, horses, unicorns, were-beasties, wierd-beasties, furries, etc., before painting them up with water-based acrylics. Obstensibly for sale, many never leave the house.
Then there's the drawing. Pencil drawings of a vast array of fantastical animals of all kinds -- and more then a few she just plain makes up -- multiply in her binder and sketchbook. After about a year or two's hiatus from drawing because of a really hectic school and work schedule, she set to it once again, and found herself terribly rusty. She's starting to experiment with colored pencils as well.
Music! Coming from an EXTREMELY musical family, and not minding too much, Anna got a start in this area rather early. She's played tenor saxophone for about nine years, and loves to play on the soprano saxophone whenever given the opportunity. (Soprano. Mmmmn. Perrrrrty.) She has played in both jazz, concert, wind ensemble, and marching bands, and would like to find a fun jazz band to play in, but work and other commitments preclude this for now. She enjoys listening to everything from oldies to pop, rock and jazz, a little classical, some instrumental, blues, some bluesabilly and swing, a bit of big band, a lot of celtic, and tons of folk. She can only handle about two or three country songs before climbing the walls, however, and doesn't particularly care for metal or rap.
Anna recieved her AA (Associate Degree) from Hartnell Community College in the summer of '98. While she was looking to transfer to Cal Poly, to major in Animal Science, some inexplicable warp in the space/time continuum and subsequent madness at the Cal Poly Admissions office have contrived to make that not happen. So, she decided to take an opportunity presented to her by a relative to rent an empty house up in Port Angeles, Washington. Health issues and the loss of her job, as well as only having a bike for transportation, narrowing the job area able to be trolled, saw her going back to California in late 2000. A new job was gotten, at a Humane Society, the health check dept. Working to pay off debt and perhaps get a car, then a place of her own, she still dreams of going to Cal Poly - but only intermittenly.
(DISCLAIMER: This future petitioner to attend the great scholastic institution known as Cal Poly did not in any way, shape, or form mean to imply that the capable people employed in the Admissions Office at Cal Poly were/are off their rockers, nuts, screwy, crazy, sadistic, fanatical, or otherwise clinically insane. The author was attempting to be humorous, and hopes that no statement made here will bias any Cal Poly representative or employee who happens to see it. Unless of course you were amused and that makes you more likely to say "Ah, the heck with it. Let 'er in!" Thank you.)
