So, now I know it's a bit long and may be a bit cliche and all, but still: it was the first thing to pop into my head, and I thought it'd be interresting to get into the mind of a pessimistic person ^^
So: bear with me, k? Here it is:
Name: Daniel Seyton
Gender: Male
Description: In one word: Miserable. Aged 22, he is a lazy second-year Drama student. He lives a seemingly fun life, dragging his own (often drunk) body from party to party, but realises himself his life is worthless, and has fallen into a depression because of this. He is simply too lazy to do anything about it. He has never had a real girlfriend, and his clique of friends does not even have one ‘good friend’. His life is a mess, or so he feels, anyway… And now he finds himself stranded on an island having to kill other humans in order to survive. What in Hell’s name has he done to deserve this?
Personality: This probably sounds worse than it actually is, and much, MUCH worse than anyone would even notice. Even his friends do not know how he feels most of the time, as he keeps to himself very much (reason: see below).
After years and years of bad experiences and depressing circumstances, This once-jolly fellow has made a rather unexpected emotional turnaround.
Sarcastic, cynical, and extremely pessimistic. It seems strife, disobedience and a bad outlook on everything is etched into his brain somehow after his initial depression. Happy and fun moments are a rarity in his life. He is very quiet, even in company, and will not talk unless it is unavoidable, as the very act of speaking with other people will annoy him in some way or another (seeing he almost always only sees a person’s bad points and constructs their entire personality to fit around these bad qualities with the accuracy of a psychologist).
The very cornerstone of his philosophy is “There is only one disease in the whole wide world that kills everybody: which is life itself”. He hates life with a passion, as well as himself, and when he is in a bad mood: mostly anybody around. The strange thing, however, is that this attitude has only developed itself in the past year or so.
In his free time he writes poems and stage performances, mostly stand-up comedy (which is his only goal in life), to relieve the pressure on his brain, and to express his own world view.
Weapon of choice: A sword? A knife? His hands? Who knows… He’d probably won’t be able to use it anyway… damned cowardice.
Talents: Acting, intimidation (i.e. “manipulation”)
Items: A pink diary and pony-pencil (but where they came from, he doesn’t know), a small halogen flashlight, a leather trench coat and a scalpel.
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