ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUIZ

Had to choose from which project *fall over backwards*. Decided this was fun, but might do another one just for kicks, ehe. Don't really know these characters yet but I see this as a way to get to know them.

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!

My OC´s
Pimlico
Neak
Ciaran
Branduff
Orla

How old are you?

Pimlico: In my best years, 318.
Neak: Young for my race, 2213. Or around there...
Ciaran: 1822.
Branduff: Older than the trees.
Orla: In my present form I'm pretty young.

Are you a virgin?

Pimlico: *cough* I might actually have a kid somewere.
Neak: I'm a gentleman... No.
Ciaran: Yes and no?
Branduff: Are we finished here?
Orla: Definitely not.

Who's your mate/spouse?

Pimlico: Too young to settle down anytime soon.
Neak: My wife to be, Sive.
Ciaran: I'm not looking for one.
Branduff: I killed my harem to be with and serve the 'Linage'.
Orla: Competition? I'll eat his head.

Do you have any kids?

Pimlico: Maybe...
Neak: Would like, though.
Ciaran: No
Branduff: Yes, and they now serve as my closest generals.
Orla: You are all my children. Come to me and accept my offers. We shall have the same goal and always... be... friendsss.

What's your favorite food?

Pimlico: Something simple.
Neak: A good roastbeef.
Ciaran: Leaf and herbs, deer and birds.
Branduff: I don't eat until my mission is done.
Orla: Eather obviously.

What's your favorite ice cream flavor?

Pimlico: Chocolate and vanilla. Like 'em both.
Neak: What brand?
Ciaran: Say what?
Branduff: Icicle in your eye?
Orla: ...

Have you killed anyone?

Pimlico: Does trolls count?
Neak: Yes.
Ciaran: I'm trying...
Branduff: ...
Orla: I'm not the queen-empress for nothing.

Do you hate anyone?

Pimlico: Hate is like love for me; I only hate one at a time, but when I do I hate them passionately.
Neak: Yes.
Ciaran: The 'Horde of Freaks' as I call them.
Branduff: Just don't stand in my way.
Orla: My enemy.

Do you love anyone?

Pimlico: Yes... No, not really.
Neak: Yes, obviously.
Ciaran: Honor before all.
Branduff: The 'Lineage' and the 'Choir'.
Orla: I love the Lands and the Planes. They will be mine.

What part of a person do you find most attractive:

Pimlico: Oh, it's a composition thing, inni'?
Neak: Their being.
Ciaran: Honor, respect, strength in hart and courage.
Branduff: Honor to the 'Choir'.
Orla: Gullibility.

What is your job?

Pimlico: Fighterpilot by trade, transporter and trader, adventurer and treasurehunter, and so forth.
Neak: Supervisor and artist.
Ciaran: Wichhunter, freak-killer, keeper of the balance.
Branduff: I am their servant and soldier in this tiring battle.
Orla: Queen-Empress.

What do you think about when you hear the word 'Black'?

Pimlico: My train and my plane.
Neak: A way to express oneself within arts.
Ciaran: My skin and my mother's.
Branduff: The skies when we're done.
Orla: The rotten corpses of my enemy.

What do you think about when you hear the word 'White'?

Pimlico: The snow in the north.
Neak: A way to create contrast and lead the viewers eyes in art.
Ciaran: The flowers of the Briallen.
Branduff: Our banner amidst the battlefield. Shining bright.
Orla: Me.

Boy or Girl?

Pimlico: Boy... Man.
Neak: Male.
Ciaran: Does it matter?
Branduff: Wouldn't really matter, would it?
Orla: My host was a girl.

What do you do to relax?

Pimlico: I smoke my pipe.
Neak: Paint.
Ciaran: I stop... and listen.
Branduff: I cut or flay myself.
Orla: I don't. Not until it's done.

If you could be another character, who would you be?

Pimlico: Wha...
Neak: Someone stronger.
Ciaran: One person isn't enough either way.
Branduff: No one else can step up to the task, apparently, and they deserve the best.
Orla: If I wanted to be someone else, I'd just switch wouldn't I?

Any clue to your alignment? (Good vs. Bad?)

Pimlico: I'm just living my life, trying my best.
Neak: Good. (*cough*)
Ciaran: Fighting evil. Guess!
Branduff: I'm bad but I'll be better and stronger and in the end we will prevail.
Orla: I am the light and the way!

Taggin: None, 'cuz no one's left.