>faster than I look
>pale
>wicked laugh
>insanely smart
>agile
>>94046098
Dis iz me. Litra-lee me. No otha characta can come close ta relatin' te me loik dis. Dere iz no way youze can convince me dis ain't me. Dis characta could not possibly be anymore me. It’z me, and nobody can convince me othawoise. If some grot starts mouthin off ta me on da topic of this not possibly being me, den Oi immed-jetly Smack 'me upsoid da head to make 'em stop bein stupid and know dat this characta iz me. Dis characta iz me, it iz indisputi-indusipit- ya can't say no. Why some git would try ta argue dat dis characta ain't me is beyond me. If youze held two pict-chas ov me and dis characta soid by soid, you’d see no difference. Oi can safely look at dis characta every day and say “Yup, that’s me”. Oi can practically see dis characta every toim I look at me self on da flashy metal bitz of me trak. Oi go on a Waaaugh an' Boyz stop me to say "Zoggin 'ell boss, you'ze jus loik dis one characta". Oiz 'ave me a good laugh as I’m as-shored everyday dis characta iz me in every way. Oi can smile each time Oi getz out ov bed every morning knowing that Oi've found my identity wif dis characta and Oi know my place on dis rok. It’z really pretty funny how similar dis characta iz ta me, it'z almost like we’ze identical twins. When Oi first saw dis character, Oi 'ad an existential crisis. Wot if dis characta was da real me an Oi was da fake git. Wot if dis characta act-chal-lee became aware of me existence? Did dis characta have da ability ta become ded-cunnin' itself?
>artist
>easily annoyed
>lonely
>stuck in a monotonous rut in life
>admitadley selfish