Which of my stinky OCs are you?

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Are you curious about which of your stinky original characters (OCs) you resonate with the most? Take this quiz to find out!

Answer ten carefully crafted questions that explore your feelings, reactions, and preferences. Find out which OC matches your vibes!

10 Questions2 MinutesCreated by CuriousCat42

Pick which lyrics feel right to you.

And if there is no God, I'll know the day I died I lived through heaven, And I gave it Hell, And if it hurt oh well, At least that's living (rock n roll, EDEN)

I hear it in your cold sweet breath, I hear it in your old regrets, X out your name then I refresh, Hop on a plane I would never move back (cigarettes in her eyes, vague003)

You're not a bad guy (not a bad guy), But you do this all the damn time, You go quiet and you fight it, You don't know how to feel, All of this rage in your hands, Passed down on from your old man, And now somehow it's my fault (Zombie! Orla Gartland)

I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest, Do you understand I deserve the best? Till you do what I want, I'll do what I please, I'll do it again till I've got what I need, This time, I'll get it right, This time, I'll get it right, It's gonna be this time, I'll get it right, God, let it be this time I get it right (Black Honey, Thrice)

Pick a quote!

And where is she now? Out of my reach - out of this world, torn from me. (Charlotte Bronte)

If we aren't meant to dance, why all this music? (Gregory Orr)

Life is suffering, and life is horror, but my God you're alive and it's spectacular. (Joseph Campbell)

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal? (Louis XIV)

It's dark and you are not alone. How do you gauge the hostility of what is in the room with you?

I don't. Ignorance is bliss.

I already know where it is, I strike first.

I call out, ready to defend myself if necessary.

I introduce myself, and state that I don't intend to harm them.

You're thirsty after a long day. Someone you love has made you...

Iced tea, paired with a patio lit by the sunset.

Whiskey, and a quiet place to drink it.

A soda, cold enough that the carbonation stings your throat.

Warm tea with the perfect amount of sugar.

You discover that someone you love has been lying to you. How do you react?

Neutrality is the only way to go, I'm packing my things and cutting my losses.

I expected this, and tell them as much.

Was it for my own safety? Can I live with the consequences of the lie?

I can't force myself to explain that what they've done is wrong, I resort instead to passive aggressiveness until I decide whether to leave or stay.

You may not prefer violence, but if you have no other choice, what do you hear as you fight?

A song of my choice, likely something that's been stuck in my head for days.

A droning tone, drowning out anything around me.

The world is silent until I am safe.

I hear everything happening, shoes scuffing on the floor, my own breathing, my attacker's voice.

You are in a bright room, and on a table there are eight weapons. Pick two.

A strange, barbed whip. It attaches to a thin metal gauntlet, and when activated, electricity crackles down its length.

A black pocket knife with a silver blade, heavy and sturdy. The initials "AV" are written on one side of the blade. Who did this belong to?

A high powered sniper rifle, with a wooden Japanese talisman hanging from the stock. You think you can translate the symbols to "Liar Bird." What the hell does that mean?

A small pistol with a black Hello Kitty grip.

Two revolvers with what you assume are faux mother of pearl handles, black vines carved into the nacre. They must be custom made.

A military grade assault rifle, probably a CAR15. There's nothing special about it.

Another AR, though this one has the initials "KC" carved into the bottom of the grip. Otherwise, it's identical to the rifle beside it.

A heavy bowie knife, strapped safely in a leather holster. It's been taken care of for a long time.

If you had to choose a cliche, which one would you be?

The loner (omg ur so emo </3)

The leader (I know you're only here to provide comedic affect)

The actual leader (oh boy)

The "I wanted to stay home but I was promised food/money/a dog" (I get it)

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