Which Anti-Hero of Musical Theatre Are You?

Which Anti-Hero of Musical Theater are You?

1) Where are you from?

France
America
England

2) What's your financial status?

Broke and in debt and things just don't seem to be going my way today or any other day for that matter. ::sigh::
Rich with deep dark hidden secrets. Oh yes, did I mention I'm sexy?
I'm a blue collar working man. I have what I need to survive and that's all that matters.
I don't have any money at this exact moment but I have skills in a particular vocation that will be useful very soon.
I never have enough money but I have critical acclaim... or at least that's what I tell myself everyday.
I'm on my way up. Things are going great... right?

3) What's your style?

Black, anything that is inconspicuous, unpretentious, and lets me move unnoticed.
Breeches and tailored coats, riding boots and a grim look on my face.
My uniform and polished boots. I take a lot of pride in my work and I want to look impecable and authoritative.
A smoking jacket and pajama pants. I find them comfortable and they don't bind my colossal ego.
The same pants and shirt for about a week. I can't get to the rest of my clothes but they pretty much all look like this.
Simple, casual. I don't go out all the time and my lack of office job makes this attire perfect!

4) Some time has elapsed in your stories... let's say we're nearing or we are in the second act (or the middle of your intermission-less show), how's your emotional state?

Comfortable. These Vicuna coats sure are nice!
Anxious. My life is kind of in the air right now... damn mafia.
Focused. I have a mission and I need to complete it, however, the mission is making me a wee bit crazy.
Angry. But you would be too if you were me, trust me.
Depressed. My love is dead.
Fairly happy. I keep deluding myself that I am at any rate.

5) And speaking of emotional states, what's your marital status? (don't go getting upset now)

I've been spurned for another man. She's such a bitch.
Are you illiterate? My love is DEAD! DECEASED! STOP REMINDING ME DAMMIT!
I've little time for love.
My love is a beautiful angel of whom I am not worthy. She will undoubtedly turn me down but for now, all is bliss when she is near.
Oh I like one girl, another girl likes me... I like several women actually.

6) Pick a word that describes you best:

Sarcastic
Vindictive
Bitter
Genius
Manipulative
Creative
Driven
Obsessed
Lonely

7) What sort of woman do you fancy?

Bombshell types who... ::ahem:: entertain a lot of gentlemen and will make my ex jealous.
My one true love who is dead.
The one woman I cannot, nor should not have.
...Women?
Not the one I'm living with.
The one I'll end up hurting because I don't know how to love.
One with a dazzling personality, sparkling wit, and intelligence!

8) Pre-inkblot free association! Pick a word:

Money
Power
Lust
Love
Jackass (What?)
Revenge

9) Random aside- who is your favorite poet? (don't try answering by time period to cheat you little shit)

Edgar Allen Poe
Robert Frost
Rousseau
Ranier Maria Rilke
Shakespeare
Mike Myers (yes, Austin Powers/Dr. Evil... think back to one of his first movies kid)

10) Have any hobbies?

Music, I live and breathe it.
Writing, it's my passion and my livelyhood as long as the mood takes me.
Reading, I like quiet time to lose myself in a book and forget about the horrible secret I'm concealing.
Acting, gee, aren't I an ass?
I have no time for frivelous hobbies.
Does plotting my next manipulation count as a hobby?
Does plotting a crime also count as a hobby?

11) Unzip your pants. ::cough:: Just kidding! If you could have anything in the world, what would you have?

Power and the girl who doesn't love me.
Money and the girl I don't know I love, but once loved and was loved by.
Time and my dead love.
Foresite and my shiny new secretary girl-friend.
Foreskin, mine back. Nobody asked before they took it... they just... took it!
Love and all my secrets erased forever so that I might endevour to be happy with my love.
Satisfaction of a job well done.

"You know, art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there you know it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define and there you are right there in the meantime." - Ani Difranco, "Habit"