by Anberlin » Tue Feb 11, 2014 4:12 am
Username: Anberlin
Name: North
Type: Marcher
Height: 1,38 m
Gender: Buck
Answer:
“Aren’t I so intelligent? Are you not in awe of my beauty? How flawless do you think I am, could I possibly be perfect? Yes, I must be perfect, that’s the only explanation. You’re all jealous of me.
...That’s okay – I am, too.”
Just how arrogant and conceited can one Nukitta be? North is the sort of fellow who has little, if any, regard for the concerns of anyone other than himself, as he is usually too caught up in worrying if his personal image is up to his lofty, almost impossible standards. The concerns of others? Might as well be nonexistent. There aren’t enough words in any language that could accurately describe how impossible it is to tolerate someone as self-absorbed as he is, and yet, there aren’t many who wouldn’t notice how desperate most of his act seems to be; his hunger for attention and confirmation in his superiority is feverish, at best, and frighteningly severe when at its worst.
Perhaps it is best to say that North needs to hear words of praise because he doesn’t honestly believe the character he puts on whenever in the presence of other Nukittas. His self-worth tends to lean toward pathetically low levels, and his insecurities are so numerous and baffling that he feels he must reinvent himself in order to get through day-to-day interactions with others. No one would like the real North, he’s too pathetic – who would want to associate with something as lowly as that? At least, that’s how he feels. He wants to be dashing and clever, charismatic and bulletproof; his way of getting there, however, is through the steady destruction of everything he ever was. That’s his crippling weakness – the inability to cope with who he really is, afraid that if anyone discovered how timid and weak his resolve was, they’d abandon him.
~I GOT ME A B O U N C Y FEELING~