The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers. (delascabezas) wrote,
The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers.

  • Mood:
  • Music:

I duno, sounds more like a disorder to me....

I am the undyingly dead ByrdTri!

Find your whimsy character

You are The Three: the Celestial Angel, Goatcheese Maiden, and Princess Mustardseed. You're just a composition of the most brilliant (and idiotic) trio ever. And you die a lot.

Niche: You belong in the forest ecosystem! Not really, actually. You're a fundamental part of Ach Mein Gott (a newsletter) and were our seal for Books (interesting pieces of folded paper with advice and stories on them). You served us well on paper but couldn't survive for long enough periods to be planted in the ground or sky.

Upbringing: You were born in eighth grade, forever long ago. I think you formed a covalent bond between three folks at the institude and were strong, until, like, you died. A lot.

Aspirations: You want to be together again. As it seems, you're only a ByrdDuo. Que triste!

Quirks: You don't have any, really, because you don't much exist. Tambien que triste.

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.