Hm. What to say? I've never been good at describing myself. More demonstrative, been I. Something to note: I'm probably the only person here technically banned from an entire town!
If
you had to choose between playing dodgeball, at the park, or staying home and listening to a suicide-inspiring tirade about why your mother doesn't love you, which would you pick? Now all the local cops think I'm a pedophile. Go figure.
Oh! I'm a game-designer, and a general deviant. I've starved to the point of hallucinations. Since schizophrenia's kind of popular, on my mom's side, I don't take myself very seriously: if I'm not already utterly mad, I soon
will be. Sometimes I wonder about my sanity, 'cause I talk to myself alot; and “sane” people don't tend to laugh at the top of their lungs, when they periodically think of something funny, like I do: either that, or people just generally have boring thoughts.
Something of a simpleton, I don't relate well to negativity. Shouting at an mocking melodramatic anime is a pencant of mine, if the story isn't well done, but I'm a sucker for most comedy- and action-serieses.
My accomplishments include impressing senators with my knowledge of finances, and unintentionally forming a homoerotic fan-club dedicated to myself. I've also been very inspirational, from a very young age! I can inspire squirrels and pelicans to attack humans… namely, me. Nowadays, I just help people through panic-attacks and domestic-violence situations. I can also make people owe me money: don't stick around me too long, if you dislike having financial debts. Online, I've been mistaken for a girl: lately, that hasn't happened as much.
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Well! I guess I just needed that first little trigger, eh? Onto the pics!
Me, with my beard: 
Me, with just a moustache: 
I'm only 20, but I'm often thought of as being older, due to my looks. I've gotten upwards of 35, since the age of 15. My gradual shift into becoming a transvestite (if girls' clothes weren't so comfortable…) seems to bring my age back down.