MYO entry 1 by monstera

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MYO entry 1

Postby monstera » Sun Aug 17, 2014 1:53 pm

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Username: snow.
Kiamara's Name: Aristotle
Kiamara's Gender: Male
Word Count: 369 not including headers
      Personality:
      Aristotle has a more unique personality than many people, in his opinion, are used to. First of all, he never tends to speak. He sits in silence, not speaking unless needed to. Though during the times when he chooses to speak, he will only speak in the form of poetry. This consists of rhyming, using metaphors and similes, and answering questions through other questions, or puzzles. He is also brutally honest- if you ask him something, he will state his honest opinion, regardless of how others will feel. He finds lying just something that will come back to you later in life. He tends to be quite over-emotional at times, freaking out at the most minor things. Since his personality seems to be a bit 'off', he doesn't tend to socialize, which makes him a bit socially awkward. He doesn't understand everyday phrases, or how to react when certain people say certain things.

      Background:
      I never believed I would be useful from the day I could become aware of what I was doing. I was born blind, learned to live without my sense of vision. I was, to say the least, depressed once I realized my vision would never be useful. I would spend time, alone in my room, listening to the television booming in my ears and trying to visualize what was occurring inside of my mind. I tried to think of what I could possibly do while sitting alone for countless hours in my room. One night while I was preparing to go out for dinner with my family, I could faintly hear my television in the background speaking about how visually impaired people were embracing the senses they do have, such as touch, to paint. I instantly moved over to stand in front of the screen, reaching out to rest a hand on it. I could feel excitement racing through me as I listened to them speak about the specific techniques the artists would use, which in turn caused ideas to race through my mind. It was then when I realized that being an artist was the thing I wanted to become, for instead of being unable to do anything, I would be able to do something.


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