My avater looks exactly like me. Really! Well, except for the height, and the skin color, and I don't have spots, and I don't have a gold tooth, and I don't pseudo-tapdance, and... you get the idea.
I am my avatar. Exactly so. But for the length and color of the hair. And the gender issue. Other than that, it's pretty close. Nah, who am I kidding? I'm much cooler.
Who is my avatar, anyways?
"A poet in love is best encouraged in both capacities or neither." ~ Jane Austen, Emma.
My avatar doesn't look like me at all, but has an expression I've often used. Hiding...
Anyway, it isn't me. It's Tessitore. And she's supposed to look like that.
I'm not even angry... I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me... And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
-"Still Alive"- GLaDOS
I could definately picture myself as my avatar... in about twenty years...
...
Oh, alright. AND decked out in the appropriate accessories. It's not like I'm going to grow that clothing on me...
Seclusion among the ferns of what seems like a mystical forest by flourishing elms and and oaks. Looking up at twilight's dwellings up above, where the stars sit on their perches to await dawn... That lunar crescent forever hangs there, just another star that seems so much closer, half covered by what you sit upon right then. That is a true paradise. Just to let yourself escape to those divine heavens...
Yeah, mine has changed. It's now Utena, but it's still the same expression that I'm so fond of... the hiding one. So she's Tessitore, in a sense. The cloaked one is Tess's signature, though.
And, yeah, Tessitore actually appears in my stories. She's neat. Kinda gypsy-like.
I'm not even angry... I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me... And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
-"Still Alive"- GLaDOS
