A bit of distraction from work.
Goddamn, this thing was long...
LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Grif
Birth date: I don't know.
Birthplace: Honolulu, Hawaii
Current Location: Blood Gulch Outpost Number One, Blood Gulch, Coagulation (Gamma Sanguinus V)
Eye Color: Green.
Hair Color: Brown.
Height: A little under 7'.
Righty or Lefty: Righty for most purposes, but I can shoot with either equally well.
Zodiac Sign: A friend once declared me an Aquarius, whatever that means, but that was more her evaluation than anything else, since I don't actually know when I was born.
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: Caucasian, Hawaiian.
Shoes you wore today: MJOLNIR Mk.VI powered armor.
Your weakness: My temper.
Your fears: Bats. (Shit, how many tries did it take to get that fully written out.)
Your perfect pizza: The one I'm eating at the time.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Freedom. (Dream big, right?)
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase on AIM: On what?
Your thoughts on first waking up: "Four more days."
Your best physical feature: I'm not sure I can answer this one usefully, given how thoroughly everything's been rebuilt several times over.
Your bedtime: When I get tired; I don't keep to a set schedule or anything.
Your most missed memory: ...Shit, where do I even start on this one. (Thanks a fucking lot, SPARTAN-II.)
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Whichever one's available.
McDonald's or Burger King: Preferably neither.
Single or group dates: ha ha ha.
Adidas or Nike: Neither.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: I'm not much of a tea drinker, iced or otherwise.
Cappuccino or coffee: I don't mind a cappuccino if it's offered, but I'll usually go with straight-up coffee.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: Less than I used to, but yeah, sometimes.
Cuss: Fuck, yes.
Sing: Not often, and not well.
Take a shower everyday: Yes.
Have a crush(es): No.
Think you've been in love: If I have, I don't remember it.
Like(d) high school: Hell, no. I did my time and got my diploma so I wouldn't have to worry about possibly catching shit for my education sometime down the line, but I did not consider it fun times.
Want to get married: Not particularly.
Believe in yourself: Somestimes.
Get motion sickness: Not usually. (SPARTAN-II is good for some things.)
Think you're attractive: ha ha ha No, although at least I'm not all hamburger-faced anymore.
Think you're a health freak: Nnnnno.
Get along with your parents: Not even 800 years ago when they were still alive.
Like thunderstorms: They don't freak me out, but I don't really enjoy them, no. If I'm inside, the thunder and lightning remind me too much of gunfire. If I'm outside, I'm probably a 7' tall lightning rod. (It may be insulated, but electrical hits are still not really all that fun.)
Play an instrument: I might still be able to do a reasonable job with a harmonica, but that's about it. (Bounce in and out of holding cells as many times as I did in my ill-advised youth, and you're likely to pick that up, if nothing else.)
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Frequently.
Smoked: Occasionally.
Done a drug: I assume this means something ~*illegal*~, in which case no.
Gone on a date: No.
Gone to the mall?: Yes. (Vital market research, given my business. Holy shit, malls in December are always a war zone, and I say that as a veteran.)
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Come to think of it, it's been quite some time since the last time I did this. Not in the last month, in any case, no.
Been on stage: No.
Been dumped: No.
Gone skating: Hell, no. Never again, not since that one time when my sister and I were kids.
Gone skinny dipping: No. Going swimming in general requires enough planning to go somewhere to swim -- since Blood Gulch is a canyon and all -- that I may as well take my swim trunks with me.
Dyed your hair: Never been my gig.
Stolen anything: It doesn't count as theft if the liquor store's been abandoned by the owner fleeing his world's zombie apocalypse.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Not that I recall, although I might've and forgotten.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yessss. Not to dis the work Dr. Takashima did in fixing my tank damage, but sometimes I miss when my organs weren't quite entirely SPARTAN-ified and I could still get drunk.
Been caught "doing something": ...I'm not entirely sure just what this question is asking, so I'll just say that my lawyers' advice has always been to note that I've never been convicted of anything.
Been called a tease: ha ha No.
Got beaten up: It used to be a regular feature of my day, back during the civil war.
Shoplifted: On the advice of my legal counsel, I decline to comment.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: Not so much, really.
How do you want to die: Wow. That's a shitty question. Uh, of old age, preferably without pain?
What do you want to be when you grow up: I'm... pretty sure I already have.
What country would you most like to visit: I already travel quite a bit, although not in the Solar system.
LAYER NINE: In a girl/guy
I'm useless for any of these questions, thanks a lot SPARTAN-II, but will keep them, struck-out, for anyone else who copy-pastes them to do this.
Best eye color?:
Best hair color?:
Short or long hair:
Height:
Best articles of clothing:
Best first date location:
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
Number of drugs taken illegally: I did smoke and drink a little bit before I was legally old enough, although not nearly as much as some others I knew.
Number of people I could trust with my life: Probably about half a dozen as a standing list, not counting surprise situations where I have to evaluate whoever's immediately around.
Number of CDs that I own: None. I get my music off the Internet.
Number of piercings: Never.
Number of tattoos: I used to have one on the back of my neck, but that was two sets of skin replacement grafts ago. Now, not so much.
Number of scars on my body: None, thanks to Dr. Takashima's excellent work.
Number of children I want: I already raised my sister to adulthood, for all the good that did me; I have no plans for kids of my own, even if everything else in that regard was even possible.
LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Grif
Birth date: I don't know.
Birthplace: Honolulu, Hawaii
Current Location: Blood Gulch Outpost Number One, Blood Gulch, Coagulation (Gamma Sanguinus V)
Eye Color: Green.
Hair Color: Brown.
Height: A little under 7'.
Righty or Lefty: Righty for most purposes, but I can shoot with either equally well.
Zodiac Sign: A friend once declared me an Aquarius, whatever that means, but that was more her evaluation than anything else, since I don't actually know when I was born.
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: Caucasian, Hawaiian.
Shoes you wore today: MJOLNIR Mk.VI powered armor.
Your weakness: My temper.
Your fears: Bats. (Shit, how many tries did it take to get that fully written out.)
Your perfect pizza: The one I'm eating at the time.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Freedom. (Dream big, right?)
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase on AIM: On what?
Your thoughts on first waking up: "Four more days."
Your best physical feature: I'm not sure I can answer this one usefully, given how thoroughly everything's been rebuilt several times over.
Your bedtime: When I get tired; I don't keep to a set schedule or anything.
Your most missed memory: ...Shit, where do I even start on this one. (Thanks a fucking lot, SPARTAN-II.)
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Whichever one's available.
McDonald's or Burger King: Preferably neither.
Single or group dates: ha ha ha.
Adidas or Nike: Neither.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: I'm not much of a tea drinker, iced or otherwise.
Cappuccino or coffee: I don't mind a cappuccino if it's offered, but I'll usually go with straight-up coffee.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: Less than I used to, but yeah, sometimes.
Cuss: Fuck, yes.
Sing: Not often, and not well.
Take a shower everyday: Yes.
Have a crush(es): No.
Think you've been in love: If I have, I don't remember it.
Like(d) high school: Hell, no. I did my time and got my diploma so I wouldn't have to worry about possibly catching shit for my education sometime down the line, but I did not consider it fun times.
Want to get married: Not particularly.
Believe in yourself: Somestimes.
Get motion sickness: Not usually. (SPARTAN-II is good for some things.)
Think you're attractive: ha ha ha No, although at least I'm not all hamburger-faced anymore.
Think you're a health freak: Nnnnno.
Get along with your parents: Not even 800 years ago when they were still alive.
Like thunderstorms: They don't freak me out, but I don't really enjoy them, no. If I'm inside, the thunder and lightning remind me too much of gunfire. If I'm outside, I'm probably a 7' tall lightning rod. (It may be insulated, but electrical hits are still not really all that fun.)
Play an instrument: I might still be able to do a reasonable job with a harmonica, but that's about it. (Bounce in and out of holding cells as many times as I did in my ill-advised youth, and you're likely to pick that up, if nothing else.)
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Frequently.
Smoked: Occasionally.
Done a drug: I assume this means something ~*illegal*~, in which case no.
Gone on a date: No.
Gone to the mall?: Yes. (Vital market research, given my business. Holy shit, malls in December are always a war zone, and I say that as a veteran.)
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Come to think of it, it's been quite some time since the last time I did this. Not in the last month, in any case, no.
Been on stage: No.
Been dumped: No.
Gone skating: Hell, no. Never again, not since that one time when my sister and I were kids.
Gone skinny dipping: No. Going swimming in general requires enough planning to go somewhere to swim -- since Blood Gulch is a canyon and all -- that I may as well take my swim trunks with me.
Dyed your hair: Never been my gig.
Stolen anything: It doesn't count as theft if the liquor store's been abandoned by the owner fleeing his world's zombie apocalypse.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Not that I recall, although I might've and forgotten.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yessss. Not to dis the work Dr. Takashima did in fixing my tank damage, but sometimes I miss when my organs weren't quite entirely SPARTAN-ified and I could still get drunk.
Been caught "doing something": ...I'm not entirely sure just what this question is asking, so I'll just say that my lawyers' advice has always been to note that I've never been convicted of anything.
Been called a tease: ha ha No.
Got beaten up: It used to be a regular feature of my day, back during the civil war.
Shoplifted: On the advice of my legal counsel, I decline to comment.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: Not so much, really.
How do you want to die: Wow. That's a shitty question. Uh, of old age, preferably without pain?
What do you want to be when you grow up: I'm... pretty sure I already have.
What country would you most like to visit: I already travel quite a bit, although not in the Solar system.
LAYER NINE: In a girl/guy
I'm useless for any of these questions, thanks a lot SPARTAN-II, but will keep them, struck-out, for anyone else who copy-pastes them to do this.
Best eye color?:
Best hair color?:
Short or long hair:
Height:
Best articles of clothing:
Best first date location:
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
Number of drugs taken illegally: I did smoke and drink a little bit before I was legally old enough, although not nearly as much as some others I knew.
Number of people I could trust with my life: Probably about half a dozen as a standing list, not counting surprise situations where I have to evaluate whoever's immediately around.
Number of CDs that I own: None. I get my music off the Internet.
Number of piercings: Never.
Number of tattoos: I used to have one on the back of my neck, but that was two sets of skin replacement grafts ago. Now, not so much.
Number of scars on my body: None, thanks to Dr. Takashima's excellent work.
Number of children I want: I already raised my sister to adulthood, for all the good that did me; I have no plans for kids of my own, even if everything else in that regard was even possible.