Post a random fact about yourself.

[skidcrow]

@Mara my British accent is like therpgminx's accent but that's as much as I can tell you.

@Winter Star12

but there's 3 countries in Great Britain

[Gunther]

I am American, but can do several British accents; Oxford, Northern (York/Manchester), Scottish, Irish, Welsh and Cockney.

[Kuro]

I have one accent, and that would be monotone hick. I'm more or less incapable of including any sort of inflection to my voice, leaving it expressionless and dreary.

[Gunther]

For me, doing math is about as easy as breathing.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

My languages consist of self-taught English, hence my peculiar way of both writing and speaking, terrible assessment of human non-verbal skills, and then my two forms of pride and joy. I do indeed speak with beasts, though my means of communing with them efficiently is strictly limited to felids. Canids I can somewhat understand, though it feels disjointed and distant. There are some deep-seated suspicions there.

[Ruby]

Beastmaster was a favorite movie of mine when I was a kid.

[HaleyTheRandom]

I speak some Latin, some broken Spanish, sarcasm, and English.

Thanks to my brothers, I can understand idiot pretty well, too.

[Kooch4ever]

I speak Latvian, russian and English. I'm also crazy :)

[Gunther]

I speak English, German and Spanish. I know a little bit of French and Italian.

[DruSM157]

I never have to think about writing, but I struggle teaching it to my students for that same reason.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

I write at my best when somewhat deprived of sleep and when I do not read what it is I am writing. The feedback I receive visually interrupts the process and slows, degrades, and weakens the information I am attempting to convey. For many reasons, these included, I attempt to evoke this state of being when I need write particularly well or for a long period. Other influences and distractions further erode any quality or sensibility to it, be it the presence of others to noise.

[Gunther]

I cannot write when I am tired. I get nothing. no muse. no nothing.

[Mae]

@The Harbinger of Ferocity I find I'm like that with drawing. If I analyse it comes out all jankly angles with no flow at all.

[Winter Star12]

Due to one of the spam threads I'm in I've changed my title to the guild's shapeshifter

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

The one character I wish to use the most I have the least likely odds of ever getting to legitimately use. Great cats seldom have much a place in any topic, let alone modern ones, and I am not the sort to wedge something into a setting where it probably does not belong. The end result is a line of various human characters who I sadly hold little attachment to following my wake.

[Gunther]

Instead of maintaining a stable of characters I hope to use one day, I draw up brand new characters for every RP I choose to enter. They may be based on existing characters but are definitely written up specifically for the RP I decide to write for.

[HaleyTheRandom]

In order to cope with how I feel and what's inside my head, the vast majority of jokes that I tell are about death.

[Winter Star12]

I have major anxiety about death because it's pretty much a family curse that one member of the family dies each year with my family

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

The fear of the grave never held much grasp over me; we all experience it some day. I suppose, despite this, that a small set of prior near death experiences and brushes with finality sort of particularly condition one, including myself, to it, as do the realities of living some walks of life. In a way it is the next thing after, both terrifying and profound. All I really think any should do with their time is to live a good life or at least as much as they can. That is what I chose to attempt at least.

[SleepingSilence]

Are we being morbid? Okay. Uh. I'm basically convinced that I'm probably going to die early (in the grand scheme) of life.

I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped twice around my neck. Which certainly left a lasting impression. And I had previously been described as a ticking time bomb, with dried blood clots in my lungs when I was 18. (And now I'm perfectly aware, one blood clot can mean instant death. Thanks internet.) Which added yet another health concern that lasts forever and usually only happens to incredibly old people and it's not even genetic. So I won the health lotto. Another side is injury can be much more severe, and I've already been attacked by strangers in unavoidable circumstances. Thankfully, I don't seem to have any of my dad's health issues and my weight is good. At least my mental health isn't really a factor in my livelihood anymore. But I have a feeling that won't really matter. So crossed fingers I live long enough to care for those that need it. And that my friends don't beat me to it, through their own misfortunes that I can't imagine happen to most of the population.

But, that's not really a current/pressing concern on my mind. So no worries.