Name: Linnea Fransen
Shadow Name: Ronia
Concept: Every gamerís wet dream.
Order: Adamantine Arrow
Skin: Fair, freckling in the sun.
Hair: Fiery red. (Yes, itís natural.)
History: Some little girls want to be princesses. Some want to be doctors or lawyers or painters or poets.
I wanted to be Red Sonja.
I loved fantasy novels and movies, video games and animation. I loved stories about women who were strong and beautiful, who made a difference in their world with their strength, spells or just wits. As I grew older, I also caught a lot of the subtle--and not so subtle--innuendos racing through my favorite books. That was fun too.
So by the time my third grade teacher convinced me that Shieldmaiden of Rohan was not a good career choice in the modern world, I already knew my backup plan.
I was going to write these stories myself.
Now my mother, she wanted a princess. Sheíd been perfectly happy as a rich manís trophy wife. Even though father died when I was little, he left her enough money to live comfortably forever after (and to give me a comfortable ride through college.)
She wanted the same for me. I wanted to take martial arts, she signed me up for gymnastics.
I wanted to join the SCA, she entered me in beauty pageants.
I swear when I went to college she really expected me to be working on my MRS degree. (Bachelors of the Arts in creative writing with a minor in the Humanities and another in history, and still Miss, thank you very much.)
I finally did join the SCA while i was living in the dorms. I loved the arts and crafts--especially the dresses--but more importantly I finally got to learn how swords were really used. I was lucky to study with people who really knew what they were doing, and luckier still to find some guys who wouldnít go easy on me, who would let a girl a head shorter than they, and half their weight, hone her skills against their superior strength.
Iíve yet to publish a novel. (No, those three on Amazon donít count. When they kept getting turned down I was too proud of them not to self publish.) Iíve sold a few, but I donít think itís because they really love the storiesÖ
You see, Iím not very body shy, and Iím actually kind of proud of my looks. I work out regularly--not just with the sword--and when I was in beauty pageants I learned to wear makeup. (And contacts.) So, one day I took the plunge and posed for a life drawing classÖ
One thing lead to another from there. I wound up posing for a lot of paintings. When some of the advanced students learned about my hobbies, they got me to pose for fantasy art. Some of that art made it big. Next thing I knew, I was a local favorite at the baltimore fantasy and anime conventions, posing in chainmail bikinis or as princess leia or as video game fighting girl.
Last year, I even got to pose for a Clyde Cadwell painting!
I still have some investments from my father to get me through the hard times, but this is how I make my living.
Now my grandmother, she understands me. She moved in with us when my father died. She was the one who read me bedtime stories. C.S. Lewis in English, and Astrid Lindigren in swedish. (If you donít know who that is, perhaps youíve heard of Pippi Longstocking?)
I bring her up now because--after all this--youíre probably wondering how I wound up in the adamantine arrow.
It started when I was nineteen. Iíd come home from college to visit my grandmother. I was walking into the airport after we said goodbye, she was walking across the street to get back to the cab.
Suddenly, I knew, that if i didnít act then, she was going to die!
I spun back around towards her. I saw the speeding cab. I started to run.
I wasn't fast enough. I knew I wasnít fast enough, but I had to be faster, so I wasÖ
The whole world slowed down around me and I blurred across the street to carry Gran clear of the cab. The moment I reached the other side, I hit the ground. Everything was dark for a moment and then, well, I donít need to tell you too much about the Watchtowers.
When I got back, not much time had passed. I didnít even miss my flight. Back at college, I discovered that one of my swordmasters at the SCA was part of the Adamantine Arrow. He taught me what i needed to know. I moved here later because I was able to acquire a very nice sanctum outside of town, with quite to work on my writing. i can drive to denver for work easily enough.
And then thereís you guys.