How Well Do You Know Your Character?

How well do you know your character?

Very, very well thanks	57.3%	[ 1017 ]
Um... average I suppose	17.1%	[ 304 ]
I know their name and appearance!	3.8%	[ 67 ]
Character?! Stories have characters?!	2.6%	[ 47 ]
My character says: Give me gold.	19.2%	[ 340 ]
Total Votes:			[ 1775 ]

[AngelWupp]

Name: Adele Misty Age:14 Long light brown hair with pink glow, fairy wings, pink gown. Slim, cute, pink tan with flowers drawings all over the face. Ringing laughs. "Drink? Sangria please. With lots of ice. And umbrela decoration." Sits on stone bench under the tree surprised and looks at the full moon. "When will they start the magic show, and who will do vanishing act?"

[blackdawn0]

Name: Philip Marshall
Age: 24
Appearance: ruggedly dressed, with torn jeans and a purple tee shirt. He has an Crimson hoodie covering up his long, raven hair that just passes the nap of his neck. Small squared, black rimmed glasses hover over his bright green eyes.

Philip looked straight at this girl, and deadpanned. He was not only was he confused with this girl's question, he was slightly irritated and agitated. He made to rest his ankle on other leg, and placed his elbow on his knee. Here he was sitting here in a room filled to the brim with intellectual people, and here is a girl asking when the magic show will begin. Also, her poorly drawn flowers weren't even realistically colored. Was this child serious?

"Girly, you need to get yourself checked." He said, finally answering that idiotic question. The girl shifted her head, pondering his answer.

"Plus, I don't believe in magic." He snorted at his condescending actions. It's not mean, he thought to himself. I'm just being blatantly blunt.

He gave a quick look around the room, but settled for the person next to him.
"You. What is your choice in career, and why?"

[Alberic of Krufton]

Name: William James Reuschling
Age: 24
Appearance: Not especially tall, seems at least twenty pounds shy of healthy even though he sports a mild tan. A long face and a long, straight nose, dark brown hair that barely avoids getting caught in his mouth when it isn't brushed out of the way. Grey, tired eyes, but most people notice the two jagged scars that run from his cheeks and across his left ear. Much of him is hidden by a road-faded blue-grey duster of some kind; the visible portion of his pants are a darker shade than the coat, and his boots are plain, dark hide with tarnished brass buckles.

He crossed his arms a little tighter and frowned. The stranger seemed like an a**, but it wasn't worth telling him about it. Better to avoid fights.

"Uh, there wasn't much choosing for me. When someone tells you that you can be a glorified errand boy slash guinea pig slash bargaining chip or they can go ahead and kill you, you kind of roll with the choice that keeps you alive."

The punk sitting next to him snorted. "So what does that actually make you?"

Will uncrossed his arms and let his hands settle on his coat. The left one in particular seemed to rest on a previously unnoticed bulge. Maybe it was just the way the fabric folded.

"Mostly just an errand boy, these days. You know, trying to rout out fellow paranormally-gifted human beings while convincing my handlers that I haven't gone un-native on them."

He leaned back in his chair, sighed, closed his eyes. "I want to do the right thing, but it's hard to say what that is anymore. You do what you need to survive, you know? I mean, how far are you willing to go to find home again?"

[East Zephyr]

Name: Amaranth "Amy" Lee
Age: Appears 20
Appearance: Sporting a yellow hoodie and black jeans and sneakers, Amy has long auburn hair tied with green ribbons and icy blue eyes.

Amy put a finger up to her lips in thought. She had already opened and closed her mouth a number of times, not quite sure how to word her answer. Frankly, she wasn't even sure of what her answer was at the moment.
"Not that far, I suppose," she reasoned slowly, "but to a certain extent, you know?" She paused in her speech, not sure if what she was saying made too much sense to the common person. She furrowed her eyebrows, deep in thought, hoping that the next words to pout out of her mouth didn't offend the stranger she was conversing with. "I suppose it's a matter of value. Personally, I think home is anywhere you feel comfortable and happy. I think that describes the word quite nicely," Amy nodded, satisfied with her answer. "But enough with my thoughts. I've been wondering, what would you say is your favourite thing to do? Like, a hobby perhaps?"