Niz is a female from Mars. While women are generally perceived to be from Venus, Niz defied stereotypes, cosmetics and hairspray (which she believes is the epitomy of evil next to starvation), eschewed hairdryers, and with a brain brimming with bizarre ideas and strange concepts waltzed her way to the red planet and established there more than ever her reputation as a loner (by virtue of the fact that she finds being a leader too much of a bother, and would rather be a hermit than deal with the awkwardness of being amidst a group of people who she has about as much in common with as the DNA structure of a baboon has with that of a T-Rex, and at the same time being too filled with independence, and a free spirit would be as suited to the role of follower as Hitler crossed with Napoleon Bonaparte, what else could she expect to be?)

Niz is, by nature, a nocturnal being who prefers rain to sunshine and the silvery light of the moon to the blistering heat of the sun, but was too much of a cheapskate to afford the passage to Luna so she had to settle for Mars, and content herself that it was far enough from Venus to satisfy her innate uniqueness and her need for individuality.

Niz thinks words are the greatest invention since ceasar salad dressing and freon. She is passionate about the written word in particular to the point of obsessiveness. She has a penchant for books, particularly epic fantasies of the long winded variety (those which span years, in fact, as a point in case, she started reading Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time series at the age of thirteen, and at twenty-four years old is still waiting for the author to bring the series to a conclusion, there's no rush though, as she's hoping she would've saved enough money to buy the final installment when it comes out in the next century or so). In the meantime, she keeps herself occupied by reading whatever book she can get her hands on at least twenty times over or at the very least until she has the whole thing memorized.

Her writing style very much reflects her preference for epic novels and her latent tendencies toward obsession and compulsion, as Niz finds it difficult to include periods in her sentences, and is only recently learning the value of white spaces.

Niz has an ongoing affair with philosophy and finds that it relieves her mind and lightens her mood to ponder the irony of how a people who lived hundreds of years before we did sans airconditioning, computers, organic vegetables, cellular phones, genetics, the information
superhighway, iced tea, and without the bonus of having civilizations and the mistakes they made as a basis for making something better of their lives could be more adept at handling the human situation than we have become, and could ever hope to be.

Niz has enough neuroses and complexes to fill a journal of psychology and a textbook on the side. She loves ruminating about the human mind and its complexities, possibilities and intricacies, but hates psychologists in general and thinks that they have too many issues to resolve in themselves alone for them to be running around examining other people's heads.

Niz is a political science major who can't imagine why anyone would bother making a science out of something as convoluted, as hopelessly disorganized, and as useless as politics. Niz believes the way the Greeks did that the law would be better off existing in spirit rather than in the words which have become nothing more than empty vessels for values such as justice, equality, and fairness.

Niz is inhabited by a soul of seemingly the youngest and most restless of orders, one of those who is perhaps navigating the first tier of existence. She has a fascination with astrology, reads whatever material regarding the former greedily yet with discreetness, perceives herself to be unfortunate enough to be born under the conflicting signs of the reticent Cancer crustacean, and the
mischievous monkey in the year of the Chinese Zodiac which she secretly believes to be the cause of her extreme moodiness, and changeable nature. She would much rather credit the mutated crab-monkey entity for her quicksilver tendency to go from laughter to tears than to whatever neuroses psychologists might name after figures of Greek and Roman mythology.

Niz finds the conflict of those who are mortally evil and yet desire goodness, and their search for redemption utterly fascinating, especially when they happen to be either literary and/or fictitious. She finds that she has a soft spot in her heart for Anne Rice's Lestat de Lioncourt inspite and precisely because he is indomitable and incorrigible and because he swears never to drink innocent blood, and actually means it until a particularly tempting morsel of a mortal crosses his path.

Niz is happiest when flexing her calf muscles to New Wave Music and the muscles of her mind to music of her own creation.

At the time of this writing, Niz still struggles with Freud's introjected other with the help of her infinitely patient and loving husband, her two children, one of whom has inherited her love of vanity, while the other makes up for with her sunny smiles what her mother lacks in mirth.