I Resist the Muses

Prompt #1: Answer the question: "Who are you?"

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And just to let you all know, I'm still working out the details of exactly how the RP portion of this comm will work. I'll get a post up ASAP.

I also need to write down and post more indepth guidelines for the group in general - but for now, please post your replies to the prompt in the community. You can cross-post to your journal if you'd like. If your response has spoilers for recently aired TV shows or movies (within the last three months), please cut-tag them and give appropriate warnings.

I'm sorry I didn't have all this in place sooner, but RL has been kind of busy.

Simply, I am Xena of Amphipolis, just a defender of the peace. It's the little guy that is important to me. I figure it's the least I can do to repay my past, but I don't think I'll ever get that debt repaid. My past is just that, my past. I used to wish I could change it, truthfully I still do, but I know that I wouldn't be the person I am today without it.

I don't have a home, but I am not homeless. I wander with Gabrielle, a fierce warrior in her own right, though she didn't start out that way. In the best of times I think that she's grown so much, in the worst I think I've corrupted her. Whatever it was she chooses to stay and I'm all the better.

Who am I? That depends on who you ask, I suppose.

Ask the Council, and I am a wise Jedi, preferring to listen before I speak and plan before I act. Ask Anakin, my former Padawan, and he would tell you that perhaps I need to hold my tongue with that same Council a little less often and cut loose a little more. Still, on a good day, he might admit I can have a fun, sometimes.

Anakin has much of my Master in him. My Master, Qui-Gon Jinn... Circumstances of the time set aside, he once said that I was ready for my Trials. He died before he could cut my braid. I might have asked one of the other Masters to do it for me, but I chose to sever the plait myself. It was, after all, formality by that point. Young Anakin was about to become my student and I his Master.

I have never felt like a Master a day in my life. Not while on the Council, and not while training Anakin. I shall always be a Padawan. I think, sometimes, about why I cling to that notion, about why I still carry my braid in my belt pouch, but I do not worry about it. I am Jedi. If I listen long enough, the answer will come to me, even if I do not like it.

Who am I?

I'm the guy filling boots that at one time I thought I wasn't worthy to spit-shine.

I'm the last line of sensibility for two boys that are too much like their father, in both the good ways and the bad.

I'm the guy who just cut your beer with holy water. Just in case.

To most of you, I'm the proprietor of Singer Salvage Yard. I scrap and salvage as a regular living, because what I really do doesn't ever do anything but cost ya. I know more about hunting and the like than I wish I did, but somebody has to deal with this crap, and better me than someone who'll just screw it up.

My name is Bobby Singer, and I'm a hunter. And if you have to ask what I hunt, you don't want to know.

Trust me.

That's easy. Officially I'm Anakin Skywalker, a Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic. I'm one half of the team Kenobi-Skywalker, the go-to guys of the galaxy, the best Jedi pair that ever was.

Inside, I am more than that. I am a person. Though it is not allowed, I am a husband and lover. I would surely be expelled from The Order if anyone knew. Hell, I'd be expelled if any of them know how much I still attached to my former Master Obi-Wan. Besides the fact that Obi-Wan would kill me if he knew about my wife.

Even though I was taught to suppress my feelings, I've never been very good at it. In fact, I've never been good at the things that most Jedi can do with no effort. But I stay. This is my dream - to be a Jedi. It's where I belong.

Andre Gide once said, "It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not."

( Vergil, Son Of Sparda )

Who am I? The question, my dear, is who are you?

No, it isn't a pick-up line. We can explore those options later, if you like. In the meantime, did you note that chameleon there? Ignore the bulging eyes and unusual toes, and he and I have quite a bit in common. When his environment changes, so does he. I am much the same. The chameleon changes colors. I might do that, yes, but I am just as likely change my voice, my mannerisms... my predilections.

Yes, I am hitting on you now. So glad you noticed.

Shall this old chameleon go change into something a little more comfortable? Perhaps nothing at all?

~ Qui-Gon Jinn

I remember how cold the winter was, and how dark the trees were. The wind was biting. It nearly cut my cheeks as Tumnus and I ran through the forest, searching out the light of the lamppost. When spring came, it stole my breath in wonder. The sun shone gently on my hair, and later, after the White Witch was defeated - slain by Aslan - a crown sparkled.

I came home to England, back to Professor Kirke's home, and there was never another winter so chill as that first one in Narnia. We grew up again, knock-need and clumsy, trading secret glances when the Macready caught us whispering to ourselves of the warmth of a Narnian summer.

I almost felt an echo of the endless winter later, when we came to Cair Paravel again. When I called to the trees and couldn't wake them from their sleep, I felt as tiny as before Aslan breathed a lion's courage into me.

I've sailed the seas with Caspian, watched Eustace turn from a prat into a brave man, and now I've journeyed to the real Narnia, never to leave again. Sometimes I watch the shadow Earth, and see Susan crying and lonely. Then all I want to do is rush to her, to put my arms around her and be her little sister again.

I'm never any one person any more. Was it easier when I could be?

ooc: xposted to lucythevaliant

I am Isabel, of the family and Clan Giovanni. Yet that is not all that you wish to know, no?

( Very well, I shall tell you who I am beyond simply being Isabel. )

Cross-posted to Isabel's journal. Comments welcome.

Scrubb's still a prat sometimes, but his parents are worse. My parents are just dull and boring. I remember the first time I met his cousins. Susan's like some of the older girls at Experiment House, but when she glances my way, I see something in her eyes that none of them had.

Scrubb invited me to this party. We're all getting together in London, those of us who've been to Narnia. Polly's like an aunt, and Digory's an uncle to three of the Pevensies. Scrubb and I stand off to the side, with Susan half a step further behind us, and he takes my hand. The movement is quiet, shielded by our bodies, but Susan sees it. She smiles knowingly at me, but it isn't like that. He's just Scrubb, and I'm just me. I don't want to grow into something I'm not, and I start thinking maybe Susan doesn't want to either.

Maybe she felt like she had to, though, if she couldn't get back to Narnia the way Scrubb said she couldn't. If I didn't have hope like that, I guess I'd want something to replace it. But right now I'm good, and if Scrubb and I are told later we can't go back, well, maybe I'll try to get to know Susan better. She seems like she'd be nice enough if she could stop trying so hard.

ooc: xposted to jillpole

Who am I?

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Oh, I love this question, if only for how thoroughly open-ended it is. It's the question guards ask just before I remove them from the equation (which is better for everyone all around, in reality; if they're awake, they're in considerably more serious danger), and it's what myriad petty junior thieves want to know when they fail to pick up their score because it simply interested me first. While I am not quite arrogant enough to believe I have as many enemies as the Bat -- and really, I'm so much more personable, so that's not a surprise -- it is safe to say that one of the larger questions of Gotham is who is Catwoman?

That information, as we have seen with countless other costumed types, heroic and otherwise, is incredibly valuable. Our friends, and our loved ones, if we have any of either, are put at risk the moment a name is revealed. One might even say that it is priceless, and so we forge aliases and personas in an attempt at keeping ourselves safe off the job. Sometimes they fail, and sometimes drastic measures must be taken. There was a man who called himself Black Mask, and he can attest to that--although, of course, all I heard about it is rumor. Speculation, really. He crossed the wrong woman, as so many men do.

So.

Who am I?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Identity crisis doesn't become me. There are not two different Dexter Morgans, in conflict with one another. There is merely one. One deeply disturbing Dexter, with layers of facade to protect me. The code of Harry, the normality that I play, they are part of me, even if they aren't what lies beneath.

Then again, what lies beneath? Beneath I am empty, naught but a dark passenger with an even darker appetite.

That is who I am.

Who am I?


I am an elf, but that is not who I am, but what I am. Since before the age of man, I have been in existence and wear my immortality with practised ease; it was not always this way. Remembering the land I was born in brings a poignancy that is better left alone. I remember with the utmost clarity, every day of my life. Elven memories remain sharp and this is a curse rather than a blessing.


I am the only elf in my family who has not died or sailed west to Valinor. The loneliness of my existence is not eased by the amount of friends I have, although they make it easier to laugh and forget for a while. It is in my private moments that I allow sadness briefly to touch my fëa. It is in those moments that I remember who I truly am. The social mask slips and the real me emerges, a flesh and blood elf with a long history of love, laughter, battles, tears and loss. It is in those moments, that I know, I would not have been anyone else.



Erestor

Who am I? Well my name is Laura. Laura Cadman.

I'm a Leuitenent in the US Navy, which might seem like an usual career decision for a girl, but I've always been something of a tomboy. I was a bit of a wild child and I was often in trouble at school. I used to get told off for setting fire to things.

These days I do this legitimately; my specialisation is in high temperature and energetic materials technology. Or explosives in other words. I do like making things so "boom"! *giggles*

What else can I tell you? I have tow sisters, one older than me and the other younger. My elder sister is married to a real nice guy and they have two boys. I spoil them outrageously when I'm home and teach them things I probably shouldn't. My younger sister wants to be an actress. We are all different. Some times we get on, but there have also been some spectacular fights.

My parents are the coolest on Earth. They guided us gently, letting us choose what we wanted to do while making sure we got good grades at school.

I miss them. Still, out here is a huge adventure and not one I'd choose to miss.


Crossposted to lauracadman. Pup is open to comments and rp.

Rodney McKay.

Oh you wanted more than that did you?

Okay well I'm Canadian and I'm a scientist - astrophysics, wormhole physics, etc, etc. I'm the one everyone turns to when everything goes to hell and we've run out of military options.

Where am I... well strictly speaking I shouldn't tell you, with it being classfied, but I did notice that Cadman's already introduced herself and managed to forget about non disclosure. Thing is, what you have to remember, is that sometimes myths are more than just stories.

I'm on Atlantis.

It's not some legend and I have not lost my mind. It's a city built by a race of aliens we call the Ancients. When we found it, it really was underwater, but not under any ocean on Earth. It's not even in the same galaxy. See we can travel to other planets by something called a Stargate. This is where the wormhole technology comes in.

There are other beings out here too - and not all of them friendly. We are at war with two very powerful enemies - the Replicators, which are like living robots but more complicated (okay, a lot more complicated) and my personal favourite (sarcasm) - the Wraith.

My sister once asked me what I'd gotten involved in.

I think the better question would be why.

Crossposted to rodneymckay. Pup is open to comments and rp.

"Who are you?"

Depends on who you ask. To the Norms, I'm a mutant freak. To Max, I'm Alec or possibly Dick. To Normal, I'm his Golden Boy or the fighter Montycora. To Joshua, Logan, Sketchy and Original Cindy, I'm Alec. But to the people of Manticore and Ames, I'm designation X5-494. You can call me Alec though.

I'm one of the freaks holed up in Terminal City. I'm a biologically engineered super soldier made in the labs of Manticore. The government likes to sweep our existence under the carpet, but Max changed that with her stand after the Jam Pony siege.




Crossposted to journal. Comments welcome.

Who Am I?


Muse: Lou McCloud
Fandom: "The Young Riders"
Words: 444

"Who are you?"

Okay anyone else here humming the song by the Who? Because seriously? It's now stuck in my head... thanks for that.

My name is Gwen and I collect objects for clients. I specialize in hard to acquire items. The harder the job, the more I like it. Like in most things, the harder the better. Yes, my mind usually can be found residing in the gutter. I have a special talent. Ahh, I see a few of you took up residence in the gutter with me at that sentence. But, for once that wasn't what I meant. I can manipulate electricity at the subatomic level. Comes in very handy with my free lance job, and I'm fun at parties.

One more thing you should know about me. I look out for myself and that's it. Even with the Don Quixote complex brooding souled vampire doing a good deed for me. It didn't change my core. I may take clients now that I wouldn't have before, but I'm still in it for the commission and if I have to sacrifice you to save my own ass, I will.


Comments welcome.

Who am I?

If you saw me on the street, or at Crash, or maybe if I delivered a package for you or to you, you’d think I was just an average girl trying to make her way in a world that’s broken because of the Pulse.
( You'd think.... )

( Who am I? )