Leslie, ever the suspicious moon to Cecily's bright sun, is easily recognized by her Mephistophelean smile and the dangerous gleam in her single eye. She is said to lead a double life; by day she is a mild-mannered Space Pirate/ Girl Friday; by night she fights the Great War on the blood soaked ground of an alternate earth. Her career thus far has been chaotic and hard to fathom. It is rumored that she has built her own Media Submersion Tank in a misguided attempt to derive the "Female Ideal" from the "Masculine Iconic." She is a petty thief and a liar, dissolves instantly in water, and can be found anywhere the comics run cheap. Leslie has been known to clothe herself in zebra-stripes and talk passionately about a day when the line between good and evil becomes so fuzzy as to be indistinct.

Here, Leslie shows us exactly what she is capable of:

Her dreams are bad because you're here.

She likes video game violence, shiny metal objects, indy-chick rock, funny crime fiction, general tso's chicken, shopping at thrift stores, vodka, and listening to her boyfriend explain scientific principles.