Erin's question 1
Jun. 6th, 2003 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gementI'm at work and can't answer these all at once. Here's the answer to question 1:
1) Why do you like/identify with ferrets? Have you done this your whole life, or is this recent? If it's recent, when did it start and why?
I've been identifying with things rather single-mindedly throughout my life (see question 2). In college, after I got turned on to Sluggy Freelance, I (predictably) latched onto Kiki.
This was not enough to make me identify with ferrets. I just found her adorable. Also, in college, I found the lack of responsibility embodied by a total lack of short term memory very pleasantly escapist.
So, when they started running Changeling in the Seattle Camarilla, what was I to do? I wanted to play, I wasn't that familiar with the system, and grabbed the first escapist fantasy that clicked -- play a cute fluffy animal shifter that can barely tell the truth to save its life. It looked like it would be a one-shot game anyway, so I made my goal for the game to annoy the s*** out of as many people as possible without using any in-character malice. I played a Kiki ripoff.*
Well, as most of you are at least peripherally aware, Ricky has been my longest running and most obsessively tended RPG character I've ever run. He's fiercely loyal, completelybrainless fearless, and doesn't hesitate to go totally ballistic if he feels that any of the bohemian ideals (but especially love) call for it.
Unlike good cautious consider-both-sides-and-all-the-angles me.
So it's the character I fell in love with more than the species, but I researched the species as a byproduct, and found them lovely, fascinating, and entertaining creatures. To be brutally and critically honest, I like cute things, and I like acting like cute things, because I'm a cute girl that can (usually) get away with it. Plus they're very good at hiding in small spaces, and I'm a claustrophiliac.
* After the first game it became quite clear that the concepts had mutated in my head to the point that the only things Ricky and Kiki have in common is a species. Ricky has much more of Riki Tiki Tavi about him.
1) Why do you like/identify with ferrets? Have you done this your whole life, or is this recent? If it's recent, when did it start and why?
I've been identifying with things rather single-mindedly throughout my life (see question 2). In college, after I got turned on to Sluggy Freelance, I (predictably) latched onto Kiki.
This was not enough to make me identify with ferrets. I just found her adorable. Also, in college, I found the lack of responsibility embodied by a total lack of short term memory very pleasantly escapist.
So, when they started running Changeling in the Seattle Camarilla, what was I to do? I wanted to play, I wasn't that familiar with the system, and grabbed the first escapist fantasy that clicked -- play a cute fluffy animal shifter that can barely tell the truth to save its life. It looked like it would be a one-shot game anyway, so I made my goal for the game to annoy the s*** out of as many people as possible without using any in-character malice. I played a Kiki ripoff.*
Well, as most of you are at least peripherally aware, Ricky has been my longest running and most obsessively tended RPG character I've ever run. He's fiercely loyal, completely
Unlike good cautious consider-both-sides-and-all-the-angles me.
So it's the character I fell in love with more than the species, but I researched the species as a byproduct, and found them lovely, fascinating, and entertaining creatures. To be brutally and critically honest, I like cute things, and I like acting like cute things, because I'm a cute girl that can (usually) get away with it. Plus they're very good at hiding in small spaces, and I'm a claustrophiliac.
* After the first game it became quite clear that the concepts had mutated in my head to the point that the only things Ricky and Kiki have in common is a species. Ricky has much more of Riki Tiki Tavi about him.
