Don't ask. It's stuck in my head.
Quiz time!
Rules:
-Name a character that matches to each of the emotions that are named.
-Each one must be answered. You can't leave one blank.
-Also put in why you chose that character for that answer.
-They MUST be OCs. YOUR OCs.
-You can use an OC again if they fit the emotion.
The Mxy shall be using Vanesh and company.
1. Happy.
Reggie. He's like a hyper 2 year old with a sweet tooth in a candy store.
2. Sad.
Evalyn. She has the hard road to walk and she sticks to it, even though it's all for something she might not even get in the end.
3. Sarcastic.
Vanesh. Sweet God Vanesh.
4. Anger.
Renu. Or Circe. Because Renu wants revenge against all humans, and Circe wants revenge for what was done to her daughters.
5. Suffering.
Renu. Watching your one true love being slowly killed in front of you is the most suffering any of my charachters have undergone.
6. Hope.
Jess. Because dispite her violent mood swings, she's always looking for that little bit more. She pushes until she gets results.
7. Horror.
Maes. The things he'll do for fun or if you pay him are sometimes completely horrifying.
8. Wonder.
Jess. Because she is really the one who would.
9. Worry.
This also goes to Vanesh, who might just be slightly paranoid.
10. Random.
Reggie. Because he claims to be a DAFFODIL.
11. Affection.
Jess again.
12. Anxiety.
Karen. With Reggie as a boyfriend, it's kinda a given.
13. Curiosity.
Jess. She's been know for poking things until she figures out what they are.
14. Boredom.
Maes. He's very easily bored, and invents rather elaborate 'games' to entertain himself.
15. Fear.
Probably Van, though he'll kill me for saying so. He has a lot to lose.










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...I don't think I spelt that right but with luck you know what I mean xD
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"Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass."
- W.B. Yeats, The Two Trees
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"Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass."
- W.B. Yeats, The Two Trees
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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"Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass."
- W.B. Yeats, The Two Trees
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