Daphne is a strange little creature. She lives in a place known as a room, which is much like a giant box with a lot of useless stuff in it. She is prone to bouts of nostalgia and pack-rats away anything that reminds her of anything she ever did.

This creature, according to an extensive research, spews out substances known as art, doodles, poetry, and prose. These substances seem to be made of forces known as creativity and boredom. Our research team was unable to break these down any further without delving into Freudian Psychology which is something we are far too lazy to describe in detail here.

The name of our little creature comes from a Greek Myth, involving a nymph of said name being pursued by Apollo, the sun god. As she fled him she pleaded to her father, a near by river god, for help and to save her he turned her into a tree. This name was chosen because, like the nymph, this creature sees to flea from intimacy and would probably turn into a tree if she knew how. Of course this is all just and excuse to lead you to believe she was not named after a character from a certain Hana Barbara cartoon that originated in 1969 who, like our creature, is prone to wearing lots of purple.