Your name is ROSE STRIDER and you are SIXTEEN YEARS OLD.
You consider yourself a TOMBOY as well as a HOMOSEXUAL. Sometimes you wonder if you would rather be a BOY but you always come to the conclusion that if that were the case, you wouldn’t be NEARLY AS IRONIC AS YOU ARE NOW.
You really like MUSIC as well as WRITING POETRY and you always wear your SKULL CANDY HEADPHONES which are pretty much the coolest things ever. A lot of your poems wins up being converted into LYRICS. You wish you had some cool TURNTABLES AND MIXING GEAR, but all you have is a shitty old VIOLIN that you can’t even play because HALF OF THE STRINGS ARE BROKEN. You use a few COOL PROGRAMS ON YOUR COMPUTER for your songs instead. Most of these songs tend to be KIND OF EMOTIONAL AND GIRLY. You like to think that this is ironic but it really isn’t.
You have these REALLY LARGE PRETTY EYES, but they’re TOO GIRLY FOR YOU so you like to hide them behind your REALLY IRONIC SUNGLASSES. You think you’re PRETTY COOL and you hit on pretty much EVERY GIRL YOU SEE NO MATTER WHAT THEIR SEXUALITY IS. You aren’t really all that afraid of rejection unless it’s from someone you REALLY CARE ABOUT. You are also pretty good at HIDING YOUR EMOTIONS like the epic swag master that you are.
You have pretty UNIRONIC LOVES OF THERAPY AND WRITING. Wizards and magic are PRETTY LAME but you’ll write about them every so often to make a story more interesting. You think dragons are PRETTY COOL.
Your chum handle is somethingUnnoticed and you talk in a manner that is pretty easy to understand but may lead to run on sentences