WRITE YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE CALLED.
Lore Kennick Golby, but just Golby is just fine.
HOW OLD ARE YOU? A LIFE STAGE IS FINE IF YOU DON'T KNOW.
I'm not 40 yet, I think.
HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE YOU IF I'VE NEVER
SEEN YOU BEFORE?
How do you really recognize anyone, unless they want to be recognized? It's not like people show their faces that often. Do most people even have faces? How would you know? I can definitively say that I do have a face: I have an earthy complexion (so I've been told), rusty hair (sometimes literally), and two mouths. One is for drinking, the other is for eating. But you can always recognize me by my sunglasses: they're yellow and triangle and read the ambient humidity with precise accuracy. I love my sunglasses.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW?
Since the Skuldugger Swarm laid waste to my kingdom (it was a beautiful, green, quiet place I was really most proud of) and I escaped the palace-on-fire through the shit chute (would not recommend it) I've been very public with my efforts to return a sense of security to a chaotic world. I think it's been going well -- I've made a name for myself, at least, I think, and my help is often specifically requested in times of dire need. They've heard, I guess, that I'd had a hand in the liberation of a number of good people from the grip of abuse and corruption. I do what I can, you know -- but at a certain point I realize I simply can't do it alone.
WHY?
Why do I do it at all? Why don't I cower under a bridge somewhere and wait for fate to come to me? Why do I specifically seek out people who need help, like I needed help, and help them when no one had helped me? When I couldn't even defend myself when I needed myself the most? That is precisely why.
WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING?
I'd rather be teaching my kid how to drive a high flier, how to whistle like an ik-ik, and how to talk to people from other kingdoms so they might not want to declare war on ours. But I never had a kid and my kingdom is trash now. So.
WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF? IT CAN BE SOMETHING STUPID, THAT'S OKAY.
I'm very good at whistling. I can whistle harmonies that would make the most badass warrior cry.
WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU SUCK AT, THAT IMPACTS YOUR DAILY LIFE?
I am very bad at judging character. Even now, I still assume the best in people until it's far too late. I've had my trade-card stolen four times in the past month because I lent it out to poor souls in need. It's a little embarrassing.
WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LOVE THAT PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY JUDGE YOU FOR?
Comic books -- the old paper ones, when I can get them, but most of my collection is stored in my sunglasses. I can't quite argue that they haven't influenced me a little.
WHY DO YOU FEEL LONELY?
I feel like, to most people, I'm not really a person. I'm a hero, a label, a figure of hope, like in the comics. I shouldn't complain, I have many good acquaintances who care for my well-being -- but I don't know who I would turn to if I'm ever in need.
DESCRIBE YOUR PARENTS, CARETAKERS, OR WHATEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING YOU.
My mother was a big woman, with curly hair and a very deep frown that made her jowls sag prematurely. She spent her time looking for people to accost with her elongated stories and dramatic pauses, complained quite a lot and loved gossip. She was a very good teacher, and saw to it that the kingdom's children were well-educated despite the environmental struggles. My father was very quiet, lost in his own thoughts most of the time, thin and slightly hunched. I barely remember his face, he spent so much of his time with his helmet on, studying mathematical figures of the kingdom's financial states. His political decisions were always precise and fair.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?
My mother was never meant to be a mother, I think. She tried, really, and she wanted to be a good mother, but she was a bit mechanical with the work of it. My father was more of a fixture than a person, really. I don't have much of a strong opinion either way, which I think feels a bit worse than a poor opinion if I'm honest.
WHERE DO YOU FIND LOVE AND COMFORT NOW? HINT: THE ANSWER IS NEVER NOWHERE.
There's something intoxicating about the Folk ruins. For a long while I felt a bit desperate and aimless, starved for human connection, but the ruins somehow feel more like home than my childhood ever did. There's something those old civilizations realized that I think was lost with the native forests and wildlife. It has something to do with the old gods -- not the nebulae who inflate themselves with self-declared importance, but the true spirits that I think are only sleeping. One day I'll find them.
WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE?
I walk toward the things everyone else runs from. This probably makes me insane.
WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING?
I want to live in a time and place where no one needs saving. Failing that, I could go for a pickle burger right now.
DO YOU TRUST ME?
Given that this questionnaire was written by me, and this is me asking me this question, sure I trust me, mostly.
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