How Well Do You Know Your Character?

How well do you know your character?

Very, very well thanks	57.4%	[ 1035 ]
Um... average I suppose	17.0%	[ 306 ]
I know their name and appearance!	3.7%	[ 67 ]
Character?! Stories have characters?!	2.8%	[ 50 ]
My character says: Give me gold.	19.2%	[ 346 ]
Total Votes:			[ 1804 ]

[Callidia]

Name: Duchess Rhiannon of Salica
Age: 23
Appearance: fair skin, dark hair and eyes, tall, stately demeanour.

The Duchess tilted her head slightly to the side, contemplating Celia with a superior smile.

"Too hard?" she lilted, just the tiniest hint of mockery in her voice. "My dear, that's assuming I find obstacles difficult to overcome. It's true, some are challenging, but even if I should fail, I will have already made a contingency plan for that eventuality." She shrugged at this point and leaned back into her seat, crossing her arms. "Too hard, tsk tsk. Nothing I've come across until now has ever been too hard for an enterprising spirit and a clever mind. Ah! But just out of curiosity..."

She looked around, to see if she'd caught everyone's attention. "Answer me this: have you ever wanted something, only to have it taken from you just as it was in your grasp?"

[gammasunshine]

Name: Lyrra Greyson
age:18
appearance: slightly tan, green eyes, short, long brown hair in a pony-tail.

Lyrra stood with her hand on her hips. She snorted, "O'course lady, I've 'ad many tings taken fum me. Not dat I din'n get 'em back, see." She shifted her wait on her back foot, pursing her lips. "Dere was dis one ting I din'n geh back. Dis ugleh man cam' up an' took one of me renches, nevah saw it again."

Lyrra cocked here head to one side, her pony-tail slipped from her shoulder. "Ere es me queston. Ave any uve you evah seen a pig flah?" She flashed a devilsh grin.

[Callidia]

Name: Duchess Rhiannon of Salica
Age: 23
Appearance: fair skin, dark hair and eyes, tall, stately demeanour.

The Duchess's lip twitched imperceptibly as she regarded Lyrra. "If you must address me, I would prefer 'Your Excellency'," she muttered condescendingly, rolling her eyes. "As for your question... I did once see a pig-fly. Awful insects, very foul stench. I don't understand how those dreadful little creatures are even allowed to exist." She pursed her lips and added low, "Somebody should do something about them."

She shook her head slowly. "Why are some people fascinated by all manner of disgusting creatures?"

[Saraez]

Name: Maria
Age: 63
Appearance: Maria appears to be in her early twenties, and is slightly on the short side. She has blonde hair, so light that it seems almost white, which is usually cut into a sort of bob. Maria has light blue round eyes, and is thin-ish and slightly flat-chested. Right now she is dressed in ordinary blue jeans, black nurse shoes, and a red jacket.

Maria shrugged, and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Why not? I'm not a psychologist, so I have no idea but it's probably similar to why some people are fascinated by all things shiny and sparkly. My guess is that they simply see beauty in what you consider disgusting. Take the house-fly for instance: A disgusting flith spreading bug, right? But you know, if you look very, very closely at their wings, they have these... bright colors in them, like green, yellow, and pink, even though the wings are mostly transparent. And someone probably would find the intricate black vein-like lines at least a little fascinating. Don't you have something you like that other people would consider at least a little bit weird?" She asked.

[CaptainShroom]

Name: Captain Alex Petruschski
Age: 23
Appearance: medium height, a thin frame due to lack of food, dark eyes and chestnut hair. Wears a battered old duffel coat and boots padded with fur.

Alex stared at the woman. It seemed to him that she had been talking for a while about flies. Flies? Who in their right mind would talk about flies?
"I haven't the slightest idea what you mean madam. If others did find some of my habits strange, then that is their fault entierly. I have a theory that if you think too much about others opinions you begin to forget your own." he knew he wasn't being very co-operative but the woman made him feel uneasy. He frowned briefly before turning to the person next to him.
"Have you ever been in a war?"

[Callidia]

Name: Duchess Rhiannon of Salica
Age: 23
Appearance: fair skin, dark hair and eyes, tall, stately demeanour.

Rhiannon scoffed. "Well, I suppose it depends what you mean by war. I've squelched a few revolts, toppled some bandit lords and... hmm... settled some minor border disputes." She grinned wickedly at this last one. "Being a duke or-- in my case-- a duchess, means I am also general of one of the kingdom's armies. I am forced by circumstance to be involved in whatever conflict Ledoris is going through. Nasty thing, that, but I can't say my position is completely without its advantages."

She leaned back and looked over to the person across from her, asking with only mild interest, "What about you? Do you possess any kind of power of influence?"

[mythological irony]

Name: Irony Maxwell
Age: 16
Appearance: Fair skin, platinum blond hair, shockingly blue eyes. She is 5'5" and weighs no more than 110 pounds.

Irony smiled in a condescending way as she leaned backwards and laced her fingers together on her lap. "Influence, you say? Why of course. I hold much power and influence over the male species." She laughed at this.

"Now, what would you say your spiritual beliefs are?"

[Saraez]

Name: Maria
Age: 63
Appearance: Maria appears to be in her early twenties, and is slightly on the short side. She has blonde hair, so light that it seems almost white, which is usually cut into a sort of bob. Maria has light blue round eyes, and is thin-ish and slightly flat-chested. Right now she is dressed in ordinary blue jeans, black nurse shoes, and a red jacket.

"My... spiritual beliefs? That's an awfully personal question for you to be asking someone." She said, with just a hint of looking down in her voice. The girl was much younger then her, so it had sort of popped out. "Most of my beliefs are not what you'd call spiritual in the traditional sense. The closest to fitting... is that everyone has an effect on the world. If you smile, the world's a happier place, and if you cry, everyone's a little bit sadder. It's not by a large amount, but it's there." She explained. As she said this, she had an uncomfortable expression on her face. Maria wished she were somewhere else. "So!" She said, trying to look a bit more chipper. "Abrupt change of subject. Let's say you have a day where nothing is scheduled or expected of you, and you can feel free to do pretty much anything. What would you spend your time doing?"

[xweekendwars]

Name: Mimi Riter
Age: 33
Appearance: Her brunette curls tumble down just below the shoulder, and her eyes are a dull shade of hazel. Having been born with Growth Hormone deficiency disorder, she stands at the intimidating height of four feet eight inches. Her upper torso is currently clad in a simple black t-shirt, and a pair of jeans adorn her lower half.

An appreciative chuckle escaped from her thin lips as the woman finished her spiel on beliefs, and only paid any attention when it came time for her to answer the next question. “Coffee, sadly,” she responded abruptly, a British accent dripping from her every word, “Many cups of coffee. Perhaps I’d see a show at the local theatre, depending on what they’re playing. I do adore Broadway, I’m afraid. I’d also take a walk through the park for an hour or so. I do cherish time to myself.” She folded her ankles beneath the chair, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Are you more of a tea or coffee person, and what fixings do you prefer in your beverage of choice?”

[mythological irony]

Name: Conan Elderwood
Age: 17
Appearance: Honey brown hair that has a habit of constantly getting in his face. Large golden eyes. When standing up straight he is five feet and eight inches tall, but most of the time he slouches, which makes him look shorter than he really is. Conan also has the look of someone who does not like to talk to people he doesn't know very well.

Conan gave a little embarrassed smile at the question as he thought about it. "I'm a coffee person," he said, voice hesitant although the words had come rather quickly for him. "With lots and lots of cream and sugar." He laughed slightly. "I need the energy it gives me. Now, do you prefer the heat or the cold?"

[Saraez]

Name: Maria
Age: 63
Appearance: Maria appears to be in her early twenties, and is slightly on the short side. She has blonde hair, so light that it seems almost white, which is usually cut into a sort of bob. Maria has light blue round eyes, and is thin-ish and slightly flat-chested. Right now she is dressed in ordinary blue jeans, black nurse shoes, and a red jacket.

Maria considered the question that the feminine-looking boy had put forth. Not a very easy one. She usually didn't have a strong preference on any issues. "It depends." Maria said, her tone slightly patronizing. "If it's hot, I long for the cold, and if it's cold I wish it was warmer. But generally I prefer it to be warm." That sounded about right. "Now on a similar topic..." She continued. "Which season do you thrive best in?"

[blueheartxblackeyes]

name; Brandon
age; 17
appearance; Brandon, when standing, is around four foot eleven in height. His hair is naturally medium brown, but it had been dyed black a while ago. It's currently a mixture of the two and falls to just below his chin. He has a light tan, but it's slightly faded back to his natural pale skin tone. His eye color is a dark blue, although he does have a tendency to wear colored contacts when his glasses can't be found. Brandon is currently wearing faded black jeans, a plain red tee shirt, and white tennis shoes.

The boy tilted his head a little to the left, thinking the question over. It was such a simple question, yet also one that he had always had a hard time answering. A small sigh escaped his lips before he answered, "I suppose that I live best during fall. It's not too hot, not too cold...It feels comfortable outside most of the time, and I spend most of my time outside, so it's perfect for me." His arms crossed loosely over his chest as he asked, "What would be your favorite movie genre?"

[Saraez]

Name: Maria
Age: 63
Appearance: Maria appears to be in her early twenties, and is slightly on the short side. She has blonde hair, so light that it seems almost white, which is usually cut into a sort of bob. Maria has light blue round eyes, and is thin-ish and slightly flat-chested. Right now she is dressed in ordinary blue jeans, black nurse shoes, and a red jacket.

"Comedies... maybe some drama here and there, but anything that makes me feel good." Maria explained simply. "I've never gotten the popularity of horror films or anything overly pessimistic and depressing. Why do you think anyone would enjoy watching that kind of stuff?" She asked. She wondered if her view of it was a bit too naive.

[eduardo galpaleano]

Name: Thorich
Age: 39
Appearance: elven; red, shoulder-length hair; blue eyes; pale skin, muscular build - average height for a male; needs a cane in order to walk; wears a strange mix of cowboy clothes and the outfits of the warring Scots of olden times (kilts, cowboy hats, etc.); likes leather

"A variety of reasons, I suppose. It might make their lives seem better, by comparison. It may dull the senses, or enhance their understanding of the suffering that could occur. Personally, I think I'd enjoy one of those shock horror films - the ones too bloody and cruel to be true. It's all fiction, so why not have a little fun?" Thorich smirked a bit, although he knew little of Earth's film industry. In his world, silent films had only just been developed, and the lack of dialogue, effects, and color took away the possibilities for much more than comedy and news... and porn. But that is what literature was for. "Tell me, then, what do you think of escapism? Finding something out there that couldn't be real, but letting one's self believe it, if only for the time they see or read it." He wondered if, in a way, he were a creation made for such escapist desires.

[NightAir]

Name: Yue
Age: 19
Appearance: Silver hair just between shoulder and chin length, green eyes. She likes tying it up in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and dressing like a guy. Average build for a female, but superior strength, hips aren't that wide. She is quite androgynous. Quite proud of it, too, apparently.

Yue yawned, scratching her ear with a rather laid back way. "Wow. You talk a lot. Intelligent man, aren't you?" She leaned forward, looking closely at him. "Redhead, huh, don't see too many like that." She grinned. "Name's Yue, nice to meetcha. Anyway, I don't give a crap about whatever I see, all I have in my head is to have a good time, y'know? Like your sense of fashion, though--unique, I want a unique thing too. Ah, well..." She yawned again, squinting at something in the distance, as though trying to remember something. "On the subject...I guess, I've had it once." Yue smiled a little, recalling. "She was beautiful, everything I've ever wanted. I wanted to protect her so bad, I wanted her to like me too, I wanted to gain her respect--so perfect. Shoulda known, though," She murmured, "That she wouldn't feel the same." A sigh, a dreamy look. "She was quite the looker, though. Nice body, too. Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a pervert, you could say--aren't we all?"

Then, Yue was back to her feet. "But that's life, right?" She yawned again, hugely, this time not even bothering to hold back, stretching. "Aw man..." She smacked her lips together, slouching in her seat. "Eeeh, question, question...uhm..." She scratched her head again, eyebrows furrowing. "Aw, geez, can't think of anything, I--oo, I know."

She leered at the other person. "If you were to get topped on by a girl, what would you do?" Yue downright guffawed. "That'd be rich!"