Dance of Death
The Basics
Name: Richard
Nickname: Andre
Age: 21
Gender: I'm a dude, yo.
Personality
Likes: Kittens, music, swords, relationships, sarcasm, guitar solos, compelling stories, roleplaying, writing, gaming, educational programming, women, experiencing nature, experiencing triumphs of mankind over nature, history, creating things, absurdities, rambling metaphors and similes, useless trivia, small details, and hoarding things.
Dislikes: Dogs, whining, pointless fighting, extremists, bad liars, passive-aggressiveness, people who force their will upon others, intoxication, people without their own motivations, schedules, deadlines, spoilers, milk, explanations consisting of "Because I Said So", lumpy beds, having my face touched, and bright lights.
Hobbies: Playing in and game mastering roleplaying games, writing, playing video games when I can be bothered, listening to music, and being critical of things around me.
Talents: Seeing in the dark, able to withstand sustained pain (standing for hours, for example), situational comedy, impressive sense of smell and taste, ability to take the blame when it isn't necessarily my fault, and the ability to create five minutes of awkward silence at will.
Ambitions/Goals: Live comfortably until I die. Alternatively, write a story that becomes someone's favorite book, at least for a time.
Strong points: Independence, optimism, skepticism, devotion, sarcasm, ability to create laughter, ability to defuse sticky situations.
Weak points: Solar plexus, sarcasm, nitpicking, lack of organization, blindness (legally blind, not completely blind), low tolerance for drama, and excessive verbosity.
Your personality in 3 words: Amusing. Bastard. Soundboard.
Mature/immature: I'd say I'm terribly immature. I find everything to be silly in its own way, I have my perversions, and I have my weirdness, and I don't intend to give it up. However, most others complement me on my maturity in most situations, and have since I was very young. I suppose that in the eyes of others I am often very mature. I just think I'm a good liar.
Outgoing/shy: Shy, more often than not. I tend to be shy in most situations unless I know the people around me really well, or if I find myself sitting as the center of attention in a large group. I will then hog the spotlight. A saying in my group of friends out in the world for a long time; "It's hard to get Andre to start talking, but impossible to get him to shut up once you do."
Graceful/clumsy: When I have a sword in my hands, I am graceful and measured in my movements. If I don't, I'm tripping over my feet and cussing, or stepping sideways entirely on accident. I'd say I'm much more clumsy than graceful.
Optimistic/pessimistic: Optimist. The future will be better tomorrow, even if I have to make it better. Everything will work out in the end, despite all odds. I'm a bit of an idealist, and I don't let reality get in the way of my dreams, though I do tend to take it into account.
Leader/follower: Follower; preferably the Lancer or lieutenant sort. I work best when I have a little authority and can move people around as necessary, but I'd rather not be at the helm. If I have to be, though, I will not hesitate, and I will take command as necessary.
Favorite
Color: Orange.
Animal: Cat.
Food: Giant cheeseburgers. Preferably at least half a pound to a pound of meat, spread out over a seven inch diameter bun. Pickles, lettuce, two kinds of cheese, tomato, bacon, and with noticeable grease, so that one has to wipe their hands off before picking up their drink.
Scents/smells: Apple/cinnamon, sawdust, vanilla, bacon.
Fairy tale: Rumplestiltskin. Hubris and cleverness abound.
Princess Tutu character, explain: Fakir. I know what it's like to be unable to defend someone, and what it's like to be a sarcastic jerk on the surface. Fakir handles it well, and is interesting throughout the story.
Least Favorite
Color: Yellow. It rarely looks good on anything.
Animal: Dogs.
Food: My mother's cooking. Anything she touches turns to disgusting.
Scents/smells: Burned plastic, unclean restrooms, rotting fruit.
Fairy tale: Cinderella, probably. I don't know why though, it's just something always struck me as meh about it.
Princess Tutu character, explain: Toss-up between Drosselmeyer and the Raven, honestly. The Raven strikes a chord with me, as I have had girlfriends who have had fathers like him. The urge to dismantle him rose each time he belittled or threatened Kraehe, until the end, where I wished that his fate was worse than the relatively light treatment of his demise. Those who use the bonds of family and threats of living life unloved are monsters, and need to be dispatched. As for Drosselmeyer, he's a monster because of his methods. His attraction and affinity to tragedy is terrible, and it also stirs guilt within me. His outlook on stories is frighteningly similar to some of my older philosophies while writing, and the fact that he is manipulating people in an attempt to destroy them makes me hate him. If I had any inkling that my characters in writing had real emotions, I wouldn't have the heart to do to them what he did.
Questions
Have you ever taken ballet lessons? How did you find the experience? Nope. I don't know whether I'm fortunate or unfortunate because of this. I'd rather be beaten in sparring matches; ballet looks too physically demanding. <.<
If you find out that the only way to save the one you love is to disappear into a flash of light, what would you do? Two words: Kobayashi Maru. I find a way to cheat the system. There is always another way. If I can't use cleverness to get out, then I'll tell them. I always wondered what being a speck of light would be like.
If your life were a fairy tale, which would it be (and why?) Hansel and Gretel. My sister and I were effectively exiled from our house by our stepmother recently, as she has the same sort of manipulative streak that runs into my family, and my father is weak-willed at times. When we return with our riches from the world, then we will be his salvation. Hopefully.
Picture (optional -- feel free to just describe yourself if you don't have/don't want to post pictures): I have mid-back length black hair, and a short beard to match that I shave off routinely. Unfortunately, I have a few extra pounds left over on my body due to a sedentary lifestyle. My face is shaped something like an acorn. I have powerful leg muscles and a powerful core from practicing sword arts, but my arms are thin and unmuscled with the exception of my forearms. I have bluish-green eyes and often look as if I have been smoking some form of illicit substance.
Links to 3 apps you voted on (edit your post as you go on):
http://community.livejournal.com/tutu_rating/74923.html?thread=739243#t739243
http://community.livejournal.com/tutu_rating/75186.html?thread=739762#t739762
http://community.livejournal.com/tutu_rating/75467.html?thread=739531#t739531
Anything else? :3 I need scissors. 61! (I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Name: Richard
Nickname: Andre
Age: 21
Gender: I'm a dude, yo.
Personality
Likes: Kittens, music, swords, relationships, sarcasm, guitar solos, compelling stories, roleplaying, writing, gaming, educational programming, women, experiencing nature, experiencing triumphs of mankind over nature, history, creating things, absurdities, rambling metaphors and similes, useless trivia, small details, and hoarding things.
Dislikes: Dogs, whining, pointless fighting, extremists, bad liars, passive-aggressiveness, people who force their will upon others, intoxication, people without their own motivations, schedules, deadlines, spoilers, milk, explanations consisting of "Because I Said So", lumpy beds, having my face touched, and bright lights.
Hobbies: Playing in and game mastering roleplaying games, writing, playing video games when I can be bothered, listening to music, and being critical of things around me.
Talents: Seeing in the dark, able to withstand sustained pain (standing for hours, for example), situational comedy, impressive sense of smell and taste, ability to take the blame when it isn't necessarily my fault, and the ability to create five minutes of awkward silence at will.
Ambitions/Goals: Live comfortably until I die. Alternatively, write a story that becomes someone's favorite book, at least for a time.
Strong points: Independence, optimism, skepticism, devotion, sarcasm, ability to create laughter, ability to defuse sticky situations.
Weak points: Solar plexus, sarcasm, nitpicking, lack of organization, blindness (legally blind, not completely blind), low tolerance for drama, and excessive verbosity.
Your personality in 3 words: Amusing. Bastard. Soundboard.
Mature/immature: I'd say I'm terribly immature. I find everything to be silly in its own way, I have my perversions, and I have my weirdness, and I don't intend to give it up. However, most others complement me on my maturity in most situations, and have since I was very young. I suppose that in the eyes of others I am often very mature. I just think I'm a good liar.
Outgoing/shy: Shy, more often than not. I tend to be shy in most situations unless I know the people around me really well, or if I find myself sitting as the center of attention in a large group. I will then hog the spotlight. A saying in my group of friends out in the world for a long time; "It's hard to get Andre to start talking, but impossible to get him to shut up once you do."
Graceful/clumsy: When I have a sword in my hands, I am graceful and measured in my movements. If I don't, I'm tripping over my feet and cussing, or stepping sideways entirely on accident. I'd say I'm much more clumsy than graceful.
Optimistic/pessimistic: Optimist. The future will be better tomorrow, even if I have to make it better. Everything will work out in the end, despite all odds. I'm a bit of an idealist, and I don't let reality get in the way of my dreams, though I do tend to take it into account.
Leader/follower: Follower; preferably the Lancer or lieutenant sort. I work best when I have a little authority and can move people around as necessary, but I'd rather not be at the helm. If I have to be, though, I will not hesitate, and I will take command as necessary.
Favorite
Color: Orange.
Animal: Cat.
Food: Giant cheeseburgers. Preferably at least half a pound to a pound of meat, spread out over a seven inch diameter bun. Pickles, lettuce, two kinds of cheese, tomato, bacon, and with noticeable grease, so that one has to wipe their hands off before picking up their drink.
Scents/smells: Apple/cinnamon, sawdust, vanilla, bacon.
Fairy tale: Rumplestiltskin. Hubris and cleverness abound.
Princess Tutu character, explain: Fakir. I know what it's like to be unable to defend someone, and what it's like to be a sarcastic jerk on the surface. Fakir handles it well, and is interesting throughout the story.
Least Favorite
Color: Yellow. It rarely looks good on anything.
Animal: Dogs.
Food: My mother's cooking. Anything she touches turns to disgusting.
Scents/smells: Burned plastic, unclean restrooms, rotting fruit.
Fairy tale: Cinderella, probably. I don't know why though, it's just something always struck me as meh about it.
Princess Tutu character, explain: Toss-up between Drosselmeyer and the Raven, honestly. The Raven strikes a chord with me, as I have had girlfriends who have had fathers like him. The urge to dismantle him rose each time he belittled or threatened Kraehe, until the end, where I wished that his fate was worse than the relatively light treatment of his demise. Those who use the bonds of family and threats of living life unloved are monsters, and need to be dispatched. As for Drosselmeyer, he's a monster because of his methods. His attraction and affinity to tragedy is terrible, and it also stirs guilt within me. His outlook on stories is frighteningly similar to some of my older philosophies while writing, and the fact that he is manipulating people in an attempt to destroy them makes me hate him. If I had any inkling that my characters in writing had real emotions, I wouldn't have the heart to do to them what he did.
Questions
Have you ever taken ballet lessons? How did you find the experience? Nope. I don't know whether I'm fortunate or unfortunate because of this. I'd rather be beaten in sparring matches; ballet looks too physically demanding. <.<
If you find out that the only way to save the one you love is to disappear into a flash of light, what would you do? Two words: Kobayashi Maru. I find a way to cheat the system. There is always another way. If I can't use cleverness to get out, then I'll tell them. I always wondered what being a speck of light would be like.
If your life were a fairy tale, which would it be (and why?) Hansel and Gretel. My sister and I were effectively exiled from our house by our stepmother recently, as she has the same sort of manipulative streak that runs into my family, and my father is weak-willed at times. When we return with our riches from the world, then we will be his salvation. Hopefully.
Picture (optional -- feel free to just describe yourself if you don't have/don't want to post pictures): I have mid-back length black hair, and a short beard to match that I shave off routinely. Unfortunately, I have a few extra pounds left over on my body due to a sedentary lifestyle. My face is shaped something like an acorn. I have powerful leg muscles and a powerful core from practicing sword arts, but my arms are thin and unmuscled with the exception of my forearms. I have bluish-green eyes and often look as if I have been smoking some form of illicit substance.
Links to 3 apps you voted on (edit your post as you go on):
http://community.livejournal.com/tutu_rating/74923.html?thread=739243#t739243
http://community.livejournal.com/tutu_rating/75186.html?thread=739762#t739762
http://community.livejournal.com/tutu_rating/75467.html?thread=739531#t739531
Anything else? :3 I need scissors. 61! (I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.)