2012-03-23, 01:28 AM
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Your name is Henry Dandre Lionheart, you are 19 years old. A little on the ECCENTRIC side, you are nonetheless a rather quiet individual. However you really OPEN UP to those you are friends with, sometimes seeming like an entirely different individual. You have a rather patient side so people never really see you anything less than content, but people need to beware on CROSSING THE LINE, for you can be very scary when actually irate.
You enjoy VIDEO GAMES, mostly of the RPG kind. You also enjoy some of the more original FIRST PERSON SHOOTERS and FIGHTING GAMES. You're also not a stranger to CUTE THINGS, as long as it's done right. Some of your favorite shows are about PASTEL COLORED EQUINES and TIME TRAVELER IN A BLUE BOX. You also really enjoy anything that involves HUMONGEOUS FIGHTING MACHINES.
When you can, you enjoy being a LARGE HAM and REACT GRANDLY at minor things. However, you are mindful not to do outside, for it's a GUILTY PLEASURE. However, you are far more comfortable at making INCREDIBLY LAME PUNS, which you practice as often as you can. You need to practice on that HAM some more.
Some of the stuff lying in your room are random WEAPONS, but none that are lethal. You enjoy your AIRSOFT SHOTGUN and AIRSOFT RIFLE. You also have hidden in your DESK two pairs of AIRSOFT PISTOLS. However, what you really enjoy the most is your SWORDS. You can't get enough of them, having started with a TAI CHI SWORD when you were 16, to a SAMURAI SWORD and two WOODEN BOKKENS as you aged. You occasionally practice sword swings, making sure to strike as hard as possible. On a very few occasions you were CLUMSY and accidentally tossed your weapon across the room. Thank goodness nothing broke.
On your desk lies an OLD LAPTOP, which is really old. The BATTERY has aged so much you can't go without a power source for longer than about FIVE MINUTES. However, you still enjoy using your OLD LAPTOP and can't see to throw it away unless the day its hard drive dies. Huh, where's the chair to your desk? Seems like someone must have taken it for their own use when you weren't looking.
It's a slow day, and you decide to go surf the internet before you later go down to your DESKTOP COMPUTER, which is far more powerful and faster. But wait, someone is trying to message you on your Pesterchum. What will you do?