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Once upon a time, in the old VC guild, there was a thread. A thread where you could fill out a cute little form~ and other members of the guild would post and tell you which character you're most like. Mmmk? People change. The question is... which character are you most like now? Personally, I dont even remember who I was most like, myself and thus, this is me reviving it. Just fill out the form below and post it in a reply. Simple, yes? Wahey :] Now, prepare to be stamped!

Name/Username:Madame Isabella
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance (description): Medium height (5'5"), Dirty Blonde hair, hazel eyes.
Distinguishing Features:My hazel eyes ((More green then brown))
Do you mind being stamped as a character of the opposite gender?:No
Likes:Reading, writing, music, art, Rping, and watching plays and musicals
Dislikes:Being judged, Ignorant people, chat speak, and illiteracy
Favourite VC novel and why: Blood and Gold because I love the roman times and Marius
Least Favourite VC novel and why: Hmmm, hard I kind of liked them all
Favourite Character: Marius
Least Favourite Character: Gabriella

Dmetre- When do you feel one out.

Madame Isabella - I peg you as Armand or Marius. Mainly because of your interests.

Mael99- I think you will like who I peg you as. Lestat. Just something about you screams Lestat to me.

Everyone- So who am I?

Name/Username: Dmetre
Gender: female
Age: 17
Appearance (description): five foot six, caucasian, average and curvy build. Short brown hair and brown eyes, ears pierced once and a lipring. Mmm how rebellious ;] . Quite plain, really. Hah.
Personality: Quirky, my mind is frequently in the gutter. However, I'm openminded with most things and I dont often drink alcohol, if at all. I don't smoke or do drugs, however in some cases I can be somewhat naive, as I'm not street wise and a bit innocent in that respect. All of the above applies if I actually know and trust you, otherwise I'm rather quiet and shy. A bit bookish.
Distinguishing Features: side labret on lower lip.
Do you mind being stamped as a character of the opposite gender?: of course not.
Likes: dancing in the rain, rping, going to gigs, writing and receiving letters, thunderstorms, para para, japanese music, avenged sevenfold, cuddles, kisses, reading, manga, rock music, Hello Kitty, makeup, sleep, cats. The list goes on.
Dislikes: racist people, spiders, homophobia, sexism.
Favourite VC novel and why: Blood and Gold, simply because it's Marius' story. That and the fact that Daniel has a brief cameo in it piques my interest ;]
Least Favourite VC novel and why: ugh. Blood Canticle. It doesn't tie up any loose ends and leaves me wanting to go gouge my eyes out with a pair of scissors. It's just that bad.
Favourite Character: Daniel Molloy. It's self explanatory, baby.
Least Favourite Character: Santiago. Just because he's gross.

Someone tell me! Who am I?
Name/Username: Flight815kitsune, becca
Gender: female
Age: 17
Appearance (description): Brunette with green eyes, a little overweight,medium height, five piercings in each ear, but I'm going to have 7 in each eventually.
Personality: Quiet unless with friends, then louder and kind of random. A bit too emotional sometimes, bookwormy, trustworty, hard worker if I'm interested.
Distinguishing Features: My eyes, I've been told by so many people that I have cat's eyes...
Do you mind being stamped as a character of the opposite gender?: no.
Likes: Books, fanfiction, candles, boys, girls, the godess, the color blue, and tarot.
Dislikes: posers, fakes, diehard christians, gaybashers, the color pink, and being called becky
Favourite VC novel and why: Can't pick. Memnoch, Armand, or Interview...
Least Favourite VC novel and why: QotD. I saw the movie first, and it ******** up the book for me. If I would have read it, not watched it, I probly would have liked it better.
Favourite Character: Nickolas(sp?). I have this...thing for violin music...
Least Favourite Character: Gretchen(sp?) She seemed to lose her sanity too easily when confronted with Lestat.(we don't have to pick vamp. chars. do we?)

Name/Username: I am tempted to quote Romeo and Juliet but that would be trite and I’m more of a Macbeth kind of girl. So why do we have to give you our username, isn’t it listed on our post right below the avatar, so thus this part of the form is unnecessary. I suppose you hope to get real names, but again, unnecessary for the names our parents saddled us with have little to do with our sparkling personalities, and its personalities that will affect the outcome of this quiz, no? Well as you can see by my username, you know who I am, and after I complete this form you will know a lot more about me. As for my name, I normally don’t give my real name online, but first names can’t hurt.

The name my mother settled me with is Rachelle, let me help with the pronunciation because no one ever gets it right (they missed it at my graduation even after going through multiple practices) Rush (as in I’m in a rush) – shell (as in what she sells by the sea shore, interesting side note Cameo is Italian for shell which is also my nickname that no one but my family calls me, so its partially explains my screen name, I also like the duel meaning, cameo like a glimpse appearance there but only if you take the time to notice, or like the jewelry a portrait frozen in time.)

My name is unique, because my mother (who is Italian by the way) wanted to give me a French name because I’m half French. (so now I have a weird French first name and a weird foreign last name.) my mother also being free spirited wanted a unique original made up name, so instead of calling me Rachel or Rochelle (actual names) she made up Rachelle as an original sounding French name, and because it rhymes with my middle name Danielle (she was going to name me Danielle but she thought it too similar to Daniel in pronunciation and didn’t want me having a boyish name or nickname as I would have inevitably been called Dani, and because it wasn’t original enough, thank god she didn’t mane me sunbeam or something). My mother fancied herself something of a poet. Mademoiselle Rachelle Danielle.

(you can tell I’m bored can’t you, which is why I’m taking the time to ramble so much. I ramble naturally though, it’s a flaw, along with painfully constant optimism, smiling too much, and just generally standing out and not always in a good way. I guess I am writing so much aside from not having nothing better to do at the moment is because I really want to paint a clear picture of who I am. I notice my survey (for it was I who made the last one) which Dmetre has brought back is lest detailed than the last one, no questions of philosophy, religion, aspiration. Come on we need to get below the surface of things, dive in and really get to know each other, and compare who we are. Or maybe not, it’s just for fun. By the way Dmetre I love you for reposting this all the same, this is fun, love you baby.

Gender: hmm, I believe I answered that or gave clues to that in my last reply, all the same, I’m female
Age: 18 (I miss being 17, high school was fun, oh well university will be as well)
Appearance (description): what we can’t just post pictures and save time. Of course given how prolifically I’m writing it’s laughable (and I am laughing) that I would want to save time. Alright, now to paint a self-portrait in words. I can’t say that I’m beautiful, because to say so would be vain, although others have said that to say so would be an understatement (dating the other who said so his opinion might have been biased or simply empty flattery).

Let’s see, I’ll stick with what’s honest description and not assign merit to it. My mother showed her Italian heritage in dark skin with equally dark hair and eyes, so it came as a surprise to her that the baby she delivered had cream white skin, blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. I fact she’s told me that she thought that they gave her the wrong baby at first. What I did inherit from my Italian blood physically is large hips, which are very disproportionate to my tiny waist. Overall my build is average I would say, not as thin as my mothers because she is less curvy than I.

Most of my looks I get from my father who has French and Nordic blood, which must account for why I stand out from my dark Italian family and on a beach filled with people who are tan. (I can’t tan, don’t like sun much anyway but even if I did I would only burn). I also go my eyes from my father; they aren’t really blue, though they do look incredibly blue at times. It’s hard to accurately describe my eyes except to say they are the color of the sea. My mother said just this in a poem she wrote about me. They are grey but can change depending on what they reflect or my mood. Elisabeth Taylor had eyes like that. My eyes can be grey, blue, violet, or greenish (though not really pure emerald like some people have. My last boyfriend or my Latin club buddy, drama partner and friend Nick have the most amazing green eyes. Nick especially, too bad he tended to sneer which hurt ho nice he was physically. Yes I ramble and digress, deal with it!).

Anyway, most often my eyes are grey or blue, though when I am upset and cry they turn the most brilliant shade of turquoise and do seem rather like polished jewels. My mood does affect the color of my eyes, I know when thoughtful they seem greener and are most beautiful when I’m in tears. (I like to cry in the bathroom so I see my eyes like that in the mirror above the sink, though I don’t cry that often for I am happy most of the time, but everyone needs to lock themselves in a room a weep sometimes right?)

I am blonde, as mentioned earlier. My hair is wavy, not straight nor really curly, just wavy. Which is why I straighten it because its just easier to deal with than a unruly main of almost curls. Currently my hair is just past shoulder length, though I may cut it, something punky and radical just to be spontaneous and fun.

Other than that, I would say that I’m average looking. The sort of girl that is easily mistaken for another girl who looked just like me who you knew, or was in your theater company, or you used to date (all things I have heard, the final one from a girl who was flirting with me on a long bus ride, which was an awkward way to begin a conversation with a girl you just met, “hey you look just like my ex girlfriend” how do you respond to that? Oh well, the girl was nice, we talked for two hours on the bus, she did drama, I did drama, we talked about plays and things. To bad I’m not bi, since girls flirt with me, oh well thank god plenty of boys flirt as well.)

Personality: Hmm, is it possible that I know that I can know? Know thy self, Socrates admonished this, and left us all with a hard task, or at least those of us that are young. Maybe it is my youth, or maybe it the human condition for everyone no matter what age, but I find it difficult to believe I can really know myself.

Objectivity is difficult for one would I rally want to know myself exactly as I am, like looking in a mirror without make up, really seeing myself, not to mention we are always changing as Dmetre mentioned. Can anyone really know us? How do we exist, are we what we think of ourselves as or how others see us. There must be many who think themselves brave but are cowards, or think themselves wise when they are ignorant. Likewise it is easy for others to form the wrong opinion and impression of a person, and isn’t what you think of yourself supposed to matter the most?

I will give you what I think, and what others have said, staring with the latter, because the former is harder to come by as it requires more thought. Others have said that I smile all the time. That I see the world like a fairy tale too happy, that I am in the delusion that everything is wonderful. They also have said I think I am the princess of said fairytale, that I am arrogant, bossy, controlling, demanding, commanding, overconfident, vein, and other things. I do admit I tend to speak with confidence and try to order others sometimes, maybe I am a little aristocratic in my attitudes. One of my friends kept saying I was such a little rich girl the way I talked and acted I always scoffed at that label since I was raised by a single mother in a housing project until I was fourteen, and since then I have lost everything, no parents for all intents and purpases, and no money not that I ever had any.

Well with friends who have such high opinions who needs enemies. Honestly, those who dislike me probably just think I am too much of a know it all. (Hermione Granger might be an accurate character to describe me as far as hand raising and bookishness, though I think Luna Lovegood and Musetta (from the opera though I’m not really a slut) would also work as far as non vc chars go).

Anyway, those that dislike me think I am strange, dreamy, introverted. Intelligence and creativity have alienated from some of my peers, and perhaps I really am just strange. I once lamented feeling like an outside to the human race tone my friends, he comforted me with his humanistic speech about how no one can be outsiders by virtue of being human, and the fact that I spend my time pondering philosophy and long dead Roman poets views on love made me more of an insider because it connected me to the human race all the more. Still these things did little to connect me in high school.

I am strange, I like to think, dream, write and these things lend themselves to being alone. However I am not an introvert, rather I am only extroverted towards those who interest me. I suppose I am elitist in a way, not elitist based on race or economic standing but by intelligence or interests. If someone doesn’t seem to be on my level or interest me, I ignore them, not intentionally, its just part of my nature. I loved the conversations had in class much better than any in the lunch room. I’m a writer, maybe all artists are different from others, possessing strange souls. I’m a loser, I’m a geek (or else I go among geeks for I have found no other pack with which I fit thus far), I am different in a world which loves conformity.

I love to create, and long to go, to see and do, and live adventurously. Never to be tied to anyone or anything. I want to be as free as the thoughts that I am so often lost in.

I suppose I should also mention my enthusiasm for doing good, trying to help others. I like doing charity events and see s many things wrong in the world and long to change them. Though I know I probably won’t end up working in a refugee camp somewhere to help people, I’d like to, I wish there could be non religious mission trips that gave people more opportunities to just help people. (not that I don’t like religion I was raised Catholic and am a devout Christian even though I don’t like what large amounts of people call Christianity. Organised religion, sigh, so much wrong done in the name of good. It’s an abomination, the highest profanity to judge or hurt another in the name of Christ, yet it happens. I am a Christian in that I follow Christ and believe in God, know God in my own way, but really I can’t stand a lot of Christians or organized religions.) The thing is, mission trips are only open to those religious, or specifically those who attend church, and doing good shouldn’t be about spreading faith or selling Jesus, I just think everyone should have the opportunity to easily help others. At least there is always giving blood, it saves lives.

There’s this quote about wanting to mother Teresa some days, and some rock star other days, can’t recall it. But that describes me, I want wild dreams. Wish to race around the world or perform some of the songs I write in front of a mod screaming my name, or be on the best sellers list, other times I wish I could lead people to help others, or be better, or even be a religious leader so that the name of Christ will not be so ill used. Christians need to wake up. But I’m not perfect, and not that religious, too free for that. Anyway, I guess you can kind of get me now.

Though I must admit I can be mean sometimes. Unconcerned for others as far as befriending those that don't interest me. I'm into myself and those that I find interesting as I've said. Then here is the blunt honesty, I am very honest. One of my exboy friends was whining about his childhood (which we weren't talking about, h wasn't upset or anything) and mentioned being suicidal most when he was a child. I know I should have said, I'm sorry, or I'm glad you didn't hurt yourself. However I have been around sucicidal people and have little patience for those who talk bout it becuase its just for attention. So I said quit whining your fine and nobody cares. After all he is fine now, and he has two loving parents and was so upset as a child becuase they pushed him to do to many extracurricular things. Well I wish I had been able to learn piano or have so many opportunities, he has nothing to be very upset about compared to what I've gone through. I can be blunt, and I didn't mean the comment completely seriously, there you see I can be very mean.

I also can have a mean since of humor, same night, same ex boyfriend, I was talking to a friend that was with us, and while we walked together he walked down the middle of the street (it was after midnight so he could but still) instead of on the side walk with us. My other friend asked why he wasn't talking to us, ad I said snidly probably becuase he doesn't have anything interesting to say. I can be mean, I'm sorry. Though over all I'm not that bad, maybe I was just being passive aggressive towards him.

I am nice, I am mean, I am a loner, I am out going, I am aroguant and eletist, I will fight for anyone who is opressed.

I see my life and self as thus. Wanting to walk every path in the wood, not only the one less traveled by, wanting to run off the path and dare any wolf or danger of the wood to stop me. But never go down anyway that I deem immoral to my own standards. I will never be deviant truly, no drugs, or alcohol, no vices, no indulgence, for I value myself to much, and love having control over myself and destiny as much as I can. So let’s go singing through the briar's of the woods, knowing I won’t be caught or hindered, for my heart is high, and I see the sun through the trees.

Distinguishing Features: People say I’m always smiling, too much, I know it probably looks weird to not being able to stop having a goofy grin on my face, but most often I am bursting with happiness, filled with my inner light. As I have said I am easily mistaken for others and I don’t stand out, I suppose my fingerprints would distinguish me from anyone right? I like my eyes, they stand out and are interesting as I have described, they are also almost too large for my face making them stand out all the more and making others take me for younger than I am. (a 15 year old boy who was flirting with me was shocked and disappointed when I told him I was a freshman in college, eh was hoping I’d be a freshmen in high school).

I suppose the most distinguishing features about me are the ones you can’t see, what goes in my head what I can do, what I can create. Like the fact I am nonconformist in tastes such as music and reading, yet I dress like prep instead of a punk or goth because I won’t conform to nonconformity anymore than the norm. I don’t fit into culture or subculture; I want to be something unto myself instead of prepackaged identity.

Do you mind being stamped as a character of the opposite gender?: Given that most of Rice’s characters are male, and most of her fans are female this seems inevitable, so why would anyone, least of all me, complain.
Likes: Books, poetry, art, humanism, thinking, boys, yaoi, writing, singing, rping. New things, different people, different paths. The New Yorker magazine. Environmentalism, and other causes that I like to champion. Music. People with talent or passion or both coupled together. Beauty. Movies, especially old Humphrey Bogart ones, my favorite being “The Big Sleep”, as well as the Lord of the Rings (love those movies). I like fantasy as well. Venice, shrug, I went there and fell in love with the city, though I guess I love Italy in general. The South, I’m a southern girl born and raised in the country (so no red jokes about eating squirrels which happen to taste good anyway), anyway I love the south, though some of the attitudes are not to my liking.
Dislikes: narrow mindedness, shallowness, most of the Republican Party in its current state, conservatism, rules that aren’t explained and I deem without merit and having to follow said rules, loss of control, addictions and things that cause them and to some degree those that have them, people who don’t look beyond the day to day or are preoccupied with trivialities.
Favourite VC novel and why: Queen of The Damned, for the Daniel parts, my first experience with M/M (which converted me) and with my favorite character.
Least Favourite VC novel and why: Blood Cantonal, why not? Lestat rambles (well so I do I so be fair) um, Lestat talks like a gangster and says baby too much (well so do I but only when playing up Italian stereo types for fun)
Favourite Character: Daniel Molloy
Least Favourite Character: Benji and Sybil (who count as one cause they are like attached as a pair or something) and also David mildly, though Gretchen and the dame in Memnoch the Devil (my second least favorite) are also annoying

You do realize that you skipped the park about personality, which I think is the most important feature. What does it really matter if you are loved by Venus and thus beautiful, or to but in a less Pagan more scientific 21st century way, who cares what genes you have for physical phenotypes. Its what you do, and who you are that matters. Though of course talents could easily be attributed to gods or God and of course genes, maybe even personality as well. My point is, I think your personality is a pretty important part to skip darling. Fortunately since I know you, well enough I'd say, I would have to choose Jesse.

As for your response to me, you flatter me. Its hardly an autobiography, though I should write one, my life has been tragic and exciting enough to sell right? Oh must I am to young for a memoir and its to sad speak of some things. Anyway, thanks for the praise, and I suppose then I am Lestat. Also Hermione for only one of those brainy overachievers would write so much over what was the required minimum.

I suppose you'll want to know why I choose Jesse, you'll push things to discover the truth. You like to learn new things, go to new frontiers, or at least I think so.

I just want to hug you and assure you of my love. I also feel a swell of pride that I have lead by example and made you write more, raising the bar for yourself. Too bad the whole lead by example thing only made me unpopular at school, oh well.