I am this artists favorite recent deviation.
Your name is Cherry Jam.
You enjoy exercising ANDROGYNY, and are frequently DRESSING LIKE SOME MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER.
This wouldn't be so terrible if ANYONE COULD TELL WHICH YOU WERE TO BEGIN WITH. You constantly decide to act like either of the two genders and NEVER CORRECT SOMEONE when they assume you are one or the other. It's a pretty long stretch considering ANYONE WHO THOUGHT THAT HARD ABOUT IT could tell your real gender, but that's beside the point. You tease your friends constantly, and secretly wish they'd buy you something that's AS ADORABLE AS YOU ARE.
You are generally a STRANGE KID. You tend to feel emotions too strongly, and end up doing things in an exaggerated manner because most people PISS YOU RIGHT THE FUCK OFF. Of course, with practice, and friends, you can be very mellow, and probably one of the COOLEST PEOPLE EVER. In fact, you're so cool, there are no words to express JUST HOW FUCKING COOL YOU ARE. And any attempt to fabricate such words would surely result in a FUCKING EXPLOSION OF SPACE AND TIME in which a universe filled with EVEN COOLER VERSIONS OF YOU would BEAT THE FUCK out of anyone who would question your coolness.
You RULE AT SOCIAL INTERACTIONS. Your head is a delicate thing that can still manage to mediate between your friend Dalk and EVERYBODY ELSE EVER! You have learned to keep many friends on account of this, which is all fine and good except you HAVE A HARD TIME REMEMBERING SHIT! In fact, you have such a hard time remembering most things, it's astounding that you can REMEMBER YOUR OWN GODDAMN NAME! Luckily, you have such great friends, you don't need to remember much, because they ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO REMEMBER. This makes things much easier. On the bright side, you have the uncanny ability to remember SHIT THAT HAPPENED CYCLES AGO! You never thought the ability was very exciting until you started remembering SHIT THAT SCARES THE FUCK OUT OF YOU. Speaking of which, most things do. You have such an overactive imagination, you are generally terrified by things for WEEKS AFTER YOU'VE CLARIFIED THAT THEY DON'T EXIST.
Aside from your freakish obsessions and memory quirks, you Have many HOBBIES. You like to draw A FUCK TON OF STUFF. And, despite the encouragement of all of your friends, and some not-friends, you know that your art is A SLURRY OF FUCKING TERRIBLE SHIT, or so you like to believe. You also like playing games, especially role-playing, and are NOT THAT TERRIBLE. You like playing strategy games with your friend Dalk, but can never seem to beat him. He is UNBEATABLE. You like to think that this is because he's FUCKING AWESOME. Still, you are confounded by his awesomeness, which proceeds your own BY A MILE. You like how silly he is, and you like to think that you're THE BEST BROS EVER!
Even against your own better judgement, you hope that, one day, you will be a GREAT FUCKING ARTIST. You try your hardest, and you're sure that you'll achieve your goal and TOWER OVER THOSE WHO TOLD YOU YOUR DREAMS WERE WORTHLESS.
Other than the few things listed, you're thoroughly convinced that you're pretty much just A TALENTLESS WHELP.
Your trolltag is occulusTherapist, and you Speak in a manner that is mostly polite, and a bit cute~! <3
What will you do?