Hmmm.
Don't think I've posted this before. Got it from a nifty book of Catiecchyan's. It fits so much it BURNS!!
Aquarius is a masculine, fixed Air sign ruled by Uranus. It is the eleventh sign on the zodiac wheel, directly opposite Leo, and is named for the constellation Aquarius (the water carrier), which looks down its nose and takes notes behind the Sun at this time of year.
On the Darkside, this makes you a chilly, detatched, eccentric loner, with perverse voyeuristic habits and a shard of ice in your heart.
Annoying Habits:
Punctuality: You refuse to follow anyone else's agenda, so never turn up on time, or even on day. People blame it on your legendary but suspect absentmindedness, but you know it's your way of controlling the situation.
Toothpaste: You don't use toothpaste, mostly because you've usually lost the tube (last seen as a bookmark), but clean your teeth at the lab with the handheld sonar gun. They glow a bit in the dark, but it's a good look.
Temper Gauge: O degrees to boiling point in .0001 seconds, since you do not suffer fools gladly, but like to give people a chance to defend themselves. No red-faced shouting (not logical), just cool insults and deletion of offender from your database.
Personality: Aloof, arrogant, alien.
Bitch rating: A-. Theoretically a high-ranker, but you don't obther much because, for a smart one-liner king like you, its just shooting fish in a very small barrel; but if you find a worthy foe, and there is an appreciative audience on hand, you come on like Cyrano de Bergerac and pulp their ego to much with vicious sarcasm.
Fave Sin: It's fascinating what humans devise to beat themselves up with--must be some sort of ritual psychodrama. All the sins are a bit crude and obvious, and require an engagement of the flesh that you don't really do, but finding out which ones fit you looks like fun--kind of like knowing your sun sign--and you love a good mind game. So perhaps the one called Sloth, because you can be a tad languid, and maybe Pride, but that's rather academic, for you obviously are superior to everyone else, not just swanning around thinking you are.
In other news, I am officially going to be moving out here. If all goes well, somewhere between now and August. Hopefully sooner than later. Pyron will be joining us, along with her cat. This makes me happy. Also, I need to buy Catie more spices. She needs more things to season chicken with, since it makes up 98% of her diet. XD
I still don't want to go home.
Aquarius is a masculine, fixed Air sign ruled by Uranus. It is the eleventh sign on the zodiac wheel, directly opposite Leo, and is named for the constellation Aquarius (the water carrier), which looks down its nose and takes notes behind the Sun at this time of year.
On the Darkside, this makes you a chilly, detatched, eccentric loner, with perverse voyeuristic habits and a shard of ice in your heart.
Annoying Habits:
Punctuality: You refuse to follow anyone else's agenda, so never turn up on time, or even on day. People blame it on your legendary but suspect absentmindedness, but you know it's your way of controlling the situation.
Toothpaste: You don't use toothpaste, mostly because you've usually lost the tube (last seen as a bookmark), but clean your teeth at the lab with the handheld sonar gun. They glow a bit in the dark, but it's a good look.
Temper Gauge: O degrees to boiling point in .0001 seconds, since you do not suffer fools gladly, but like to give people a chance to defend themselves. No red-faced shouting (not logical), just cool insults and deletion of offender from your database.
Personality: Aloof, arrogant, alien.
Bitch rating: A-. Theoretically a high-ranker, but you don't obther much because, for a smart one-liner king like you, its just shooting fish in a very small barrel; but if you find a worthy foe, and there is an appreciative audience on hand, you come on like Cyrano de Bergerac and pulp their ego to much with vicious sarcasm.
Fave Sin: It's fascinating what humans devise to beat themselves up with--must be some sort of ritual psychodrama. All the sins are a bit crude and obvious, and require an engagement of the flesh that you don't really do, but finding out which ones fit you looks like fun--kind of like knowing your sun sign--and you love a good mind game. So perhaps the one called Sloth, because you can be a tad languid, and maybe Pride, but that's rather academic, for you obviously are superior to everyone else, not just swanning around thinking you are.
In other news, I am officially going to be moving out here. If all goes well, somewhere between now and August. Hopefully sooner than later. Pyron will be joining us, along with her cat. This makes me happy. Also, I need to buy Catie more spices. She needs more things to season chicken with, since it makes up 98% of her diet. XD
I still don't want to go home.