title; vice & virtue
summary; choose a vice and a virtue for your character. explain why.
notes; for the task.
wc; 450~
Vice; Wrath
Wrath may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. Wrath, in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Feelings of anger can manifest in different ways, including impatience, revenge, and vigilantism.
Who guessed it? Wrath destroys so much of Tanner’s life, it seems strange that he lets himself be poisoned by it. Like many people possessed by wrath, he knows what he’s doing, and yet somehow, in the moment, it always feels justified--and if it cannot be justified, then at the very least expected of him. Surrendering control of himself, his body and his actions to wrath is second nature. It’s gotten him through a lot of problems, and it’s much more satisfying to be angry than it is to be weak or sad.
Tanner’s weakness to his vice has cost him dearly. It’s not a momentary anger, but something that haunts and dogs at him. It’s so reliable that people use it against him, to bait and switch him into whatever--a fight, an angry confession, a corner, a trap. If you ask him, seriously, Tanner will say that he doesn’t care. He’ll get himself worked up enough that he’ll fulfill all your grim expectations. Wrath is a powerful tool; if you’re angry enough, it doesn’t matter what sort of logistical trap you find yourself caught up. You can just power your way out.
Virtue; Charity
Love, in the sense of an unlimited loving kindness towards all others, it is said to both glorify and reflect the nature of humanity. Such love is self-sacrificial. Generosity, charity, self-sacrifice; the term should not be confused with the more restricted modern use of the word charity to mean benevolent giving.
The same brash impulses that cause him so much trouble are the same impulses that make him fish gross drunks out of bathroom stalls and actually set them on their sides, lend strangers cigarettes, buy liquor for lost little minors on a whim, help dumbasses find their lame jokebooks, try to comfort the miserable ... and then, uh, agree to their morning-after demands for emergency contraceptive.
Tanner’s first urge is to give you that thing you asked for, or looked like you were going to ask for, and if he can’t do that, then find a way to make it up to you. It doesn’t matter if it comes at a disadvantage to himself. He can get through that, whatever it is, he’s pretty tough. You should have what you wanted, or needed, or whatever. He probably owes you, anyway. His best self is a caretaker, someone who devotes his life to the happiness and comfort of others ...
... but only if he likes you enough. The expression of this virtue is often combated by his vice. When he’s angry with someone, he remembers, and it prevents the more virtuous and giving side of his personality from coming to light.
Walking through that door was like walking into a battle field. All Harley could hear was his mom screaming at the top of her lungs, so loud that the rage echoed and radiated against the plaster walls. Her words were incomprehensible through the weeping tones in her voice, all he could make out were ‘I hate yous’ and ‘how could yous’. Harley just stood idly in the living room, goosebumps formed on his arms as he continued to listen in, as the screams rang in his ears. His parents never fought, at least not like this.
It didn’t take long for them to barge into the living room. His fathers face was bright red, wet from tears and full of grief. His mother’s was covered in wet down mascara, the black stains over powering the paleness of her skin yet intensifying the rage that sat in her eyes. It was like Harley wasn’t even there, they didn’t even see him. He was an outsider looking in through an open window, watching as someones world fell apart. “Dad..what happened?” Harley asked, his voice resembling that of a scared child as his dad stormed around the living room, shoving his records into a duffle bag that hung lazily from his arm. Harley gained no response, just a quick glance that spoke more than words could.
His mother continued to yell as she threw his dads clothes out into the hallway from their bedroom door. Button up shirts and khakis were spread across their apartment as Harley’s dad scrambled to pick them up. “Harley, go outside.” His mother ordered as she peaked out from the hall, pointing to the front door that lead him to the outside.
Harley made his way out onto his front porch, taking a seat on the cement stairs. The yelling escalated once again the second the door shut behind him. There was no doubt in Harley’s mind that just about everyone in a one block radius could hear the wailing that exploded from his mothers mouth, the begs and pleads that weeped from his father. Harley felt like they knew more than he did in this moment. The five minutes Harley was sitting on that porch felt like a life time, as his knee anxiously bounced up and down, his hands sweating in the grasp of the other, all Harley could do was try and put the pieces together in his mind that couldn’t sit still.
It only took five minutes for his father to come flying out from the front door. Harley instantly jumped up from where he sat, hoping it was him telling him that things would be fine, the he could come back inside and everything would be how it was when he left for school that morning, but that wasn’t what he got. Harley got nothing, his father simply strode past him, duffle bag held tightly in one hand as his keys to his truck dangled in the other. “Dad!” Harley called out as his father continued pacing towards his truck. “Dad!” Harley called out again, but as his father revved up the engine to his old Ford, Harley once again received no response, just another glance, only this one he would remember for the rest of his life.
After the old Ford faded down the street Harley rushed back inside, entering the living room only to find his mother sprawled out on the living room floor, crying harder than Harley thought was humanly possible. It hit him like a semi truck, coming down the road at full force. Harley had rarely ever seen his mom cry, but seeing her like this was almost as if he was looking down at a completely different person. “Mom” Harley said softly, though his voice still trembled with worry and fear. “Mom, please stop crying.” Harley stated as he crouched down next to her, pulling his mom into his arms as she continued to sob. “I’m so sorry.” She wept over and over as Harley continued to try and calm her tears, “Sorry for what? What happened?” Harley asked as his mother began to calm down and her tears began to fall slower. “He’s not coming back Harley, I’m sorry.”
He’s not coming back.
He’s not coming back.
He’s not coming back.
Those words rang in Harley’s head for months. When the family pizza shop closed down and disappeared exploiting the situation to the entire town of Chester, it rang. When he thought he spotted his dads Ford parked outside of the local grocery store one afternoon, it rang. During the custody battle, it rang. When he saw his father for the last time with her, it went off like an alarm in his head. An alarm he didn’t set, an alarm Harley didn’t know how to turn off. It rang with rage, disappointment, abandonment, and betrayal. As the months after the divorce went on Harley couldn’t figure out how to make it stop, so he acted like it was never there, and the more he told himself those feelings didn’t exist, that none of it mattered, the ringing stopped.
A/N: Ella gave me permission to have some creative freedom however she hasn’t read this yet so it’s up to her if this is canon or not, since Mrs. Spencer (and her sickness) are from her lovely characterization of Cole. It’s August 2009, Margo’s parents have been divorced for a few years, and the Spencer family, Amelia Spencer particularly, have picked up where Margo’s mother has been lacking (i.e. feeding Margo, paying bills on time, completely basic hygiene). After Margo’s mother attempted to OD, Mrs. Spencer took it upon herself to set her friend up with Robert Peters. This conversation takes place the night after he proposed to Margo’s mother.
“Your mother said you were very upset last night,” Mrs. Spencer had told her over the phone. “Do you want to come over for brunch tomorrow so we can talk about it? I’m making crepes.”
Margo did not want to talk about it, but she did want to go to breakfast, so she said yes.
Now it’s ten AM on a Wednesday morning and Mrs. Spencer is at the stove in a pink bathrobe while Margo cuts strawberries and the two of them drink mimosas (Margo’s was only dusted with champagne, but it was out of a flute nonetheless).
“Is Cole coming down?” Margo blurted out before turning beet red. It was around the peak of the phase in her life when she had a ridiculous crush on Cole, the sweet spot between when he had emerged from puberty beautifully unscathed, but still remained moody and distant, like a statue of Apollo that moved about the Spencer house silently, only to park itself immobile, on a chair or couch, eyes glued to his phone. Margo dreamed about kissing Cole Spencer. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything so much.
Mrs. Spencer knew this, despite the fact that the subject, for the most part, was never breached. Mrs. Spencer’s lips would curl mischievously whenever Margo mentioned Cole. She would use his presence as bait (“Want to go walking with me tomorrow at dawn? Cole’s coming.”).
But this time, she didn’t smile, just kept watching the crepes. “No,” she says, a strained look gracing her delicate features. “He and I had a fight the other day. He’s still not speaking to me.”
“Oh,” Margo says. She had witnessed a few of their fights, but usually it was never that serious. Cole might give his mother the cold shoulder for a few hours, but he’d eventually melt like a chocolate bar left out in the sun. Margo never understood Cole’s fights with her; Margo felt that having Amelia Spencer as a mother would be a gift from the gods.
“Maybe you’ll be able to talk to him,” Mrs. Spencer shrugs helplessly. “Anyway. Let’s not change the subject. I wanted to talk about last night.”
It’s Margo’s turn to shrug. “There’s nothing too talk about.” She puts a strawberry to her lips and bites.
“Margo. Come on. Talk to me.”
“What am I supposed to say? That I think he’s gross and boring and I hate his stupid sweater vest.” She pauses momentarily. “He not my dad.”
Mrs. Spencer gives her a long pitying look. Margo wants to scream. She’s eleven years old and she thinks she’s “mature for her age” – she hates being treated like a child.
She turns away and takes another bite of the strawberry. “You wouldn’t get it,” Margo hisses.
Mrs. Spencer says nothing while Margo looks out the window – this is how Amelia Spencer unlocked the unspoken things about Margo; through large, vast silences.
“I just. I just hate her so much.” Margo’s voice breaks. “Sometimes I just – If she had actually offed herself my life would be so much better. I’d get to live with you guys and actually be happy for once.”
Margo shifts her weight. “Instead she’s going to marry this stupid guy, and have stupid kids, and he’s gonna leave, and it’ll start all over again.”
Margo feels a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, you have to give her a break. You can’t blame her for your father leaving.” Mrs. Spencer knew more about the Flamel marriage than Margo maybe ever would. Knew about words sharper than knives, bruises deeper than the skin; knew how resentment breeds once youth loses its potential.
“Margo, honey, there are two kinds of people in the world. Those who take care of others, and those who need to be taken care of.
“Your mother needs to be taken care of. Rob can do that for her -- even when I’m not around. He can do that for you.”
“We don’t need him,” Margo argues sulkily.
“Margo”—
“We don’t. We’re both happy. Things have been fine,” she lies.
“Margo, I need to tell you something.”
“What?” Margo snaps. “That I need to ‘stop being immature’?”
“No,” Mrs. Spencer tells her sharply. Margo has never heard her use this tone of voice. She takes a deep breath. “You’re not making this easy for me, Margo.” Her voice feels like the agony of a thousand shards of glass removed one-by-one from her skin.
Margo watches Mrs. Spencer’s profile, a strand of her curly brown hair (Cole’s hair) falling into her eyes, catching the sunlight and scattering it into fire.
“I’m sick.”
The tables are turned now; Margo stays quiet while they breathe in unison. The pan sizzles and Mrs. Spencer cuts off the stove, tucking her hair behind her ear and fanning smoke out of the window.
“Likes…cold sick?”
“No…” Mrs. Spencer sounds tight and chokes. “Like cancer sick.” A few tears roll down her face, but she wipes them away so quickly they could’ve sprouted wings and flown across the room.
Margo’s paralyzed in the corner. She didn’t know what to do with sadness; avoided her mother’s toxic sadness like a sinkhole, held it against her, hated her for it. So here, now, in this moment of vulnerability she wasn’t sure what to do.
Margo falls to her knees, pressing her fists to her mouth.
There was a very distinct difference between the moment in your life when you realized that people can die, and the moment when you realize good people can die.
Margo feels that the difference is that the latter is so much worse.
title; “all this fucking personality bullshit”
summary; someone (me) holds tanner’s hand and makes him take seven personality quizzes in a row.
notes; for the task (x). one day i will finish a header that i like, but today is not that day. :C
wc; good lord
Starsign; Scorpio
Scorpios are known for their intensity. They simply never give up. They have tremendous staying power. They're not in the slightest intimidated by anybody or anything. Confrontations are not a problem. In fact, talk to any Scorpio about their lives, and you'll probably be in awe at all they've gone through. Trauma seems to follow them wherever they go. When Scorpio learns optimism, instead of expecting the worst, they'll find that they possess amazing regenerative powers -- the power to heal, create, and transform.
Known for being slow to trust and generally suspicious, Scorpios respect honesty, and are the most observant sign rarely missing or forgetting any detail of a conversation or situation. They rarely forget any kindness, selfless act or wrong which is done to them.
As a rule, Scorpios have few friends but are close to them. That’s their choice. Scorpios prefer a small circle as opposed to a large group of associations.
Scorpios are likely to be emotional individuals. They have a tendency to be insecure but have an intelligent, resilient personality. When faced with obstacles, you have what it takes to come back fighting.
It would not be smart to betray them. Scorpios have a long memory. They won’t forget who caused them discomfort and discord. Stress has its way of coming back to haunt you mentally and physically. They have a tendency to look over their shoulders a lot looking for something to happen. This could be because of the fact that they seek revenge on people. A Scorpio would be wise to find other ways of dealing with their anger and emotions.
Chinese Zodiac; Tiger
One of the most dynamic signs in the Chinese zodiac, Tigers are by turns fascinating, commanding, and exasperating.
They are patient but short-tempered, calm but rebellious, petty but noble, fearsome but affectionate, free spirits but fiercely territorial.
With their many & various personality traits, Tigers are also - not surprisingly - noted for a marked reluctance to make up their minds.
What makes them magnetic and commanding figures is the absolute loyalty and affection they show for those they love. With a natural air of authority, Tigers easily earn the respect and admiration of those who love them in return.
While domesticated Tigers are quite happy among familiar surroundings, they are just as apt to fly off on an adventure at a moment's notice. Unpredictable and emotional, they can become quite fearless when standing up for themselves or others, and often hold definitive views on how to right the wrongs of society.
Tigers are romantic, charismatic, and independent. They’re also fiercely adventurous, moody, impulsive, and reckless. An ardent optimist, tigers live life to the fullest and on their terms! Although he gives 110 percent to whatever catches his attention at that moment, he is notoriously unreliable. The tiger man is brash, rash, and extremely possessive. If he sees you with his lady, look out.
Celtic Zodiac; Elder
Elder archetypes among Celtic tree astrology tend to be freedom-loving, and sometimes appear to be a bit wild to the other signs of the zodiac. In younger years you may have lived life in the fast lane, often identified as a “thrill seeker.” At the time of your birth the light of the sun was fast fleeting and so you take the same cue from nature. They love their freedom and can sometimes be on the wild side often living their younger years in the fast lane. They often do things just to get a thrill out of life.
Elder archetypes are outgoing, confident, and impulsive. They grow the most when things change and are restless and full of energy. They need to be stimulated mentally on a constant basis and need regular physical challenges. They are often misjudged as an outsider as they have a tendency to be withdrawn in spite of an extroverted nature. In actuality, they are deeply thoughtful with philosophical bent. They also tend to be very considerate of others and genuinely strive to be helpful. These acts of assistance are sometimes thwarted by their brutal honestly (which is openly shared, solicited or otherwise).
They can have outbursts of anger and are very impatient. In work settings they can be demanding coworkers especially to those who don’t work at the same quick pace as they do. They will openly criticize the shortcomings of others while expecting praise for their own in work.
Temperament; Choleric
The Choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. The Choleric is the strongest of the extroverted Temperaments, and is sometimes referred to as a “Type A” personality or “the doer” (or “the driver”); he is a hard driving individual known for accomplishing goals… he has a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and tries to instill it in others. Dominant in personality Cholerics desire control, and are best at jobs that demand strong control and authority, and require quick decisions and instant attention.
The Choleric is the most insensitive of the Temperaments; they care little for the feelings of others; feelings simply don’t play into the equation for them. Most Cholerics are men, and born leaders who exude confidence; they are naturally gifted businessmen, strong willed, independent, self sufficient, they see the whole picture, organize well, insist on production, stimulate activity, thrive on opposition, are unemotional and not easily discouraged. They are decisive, must correct wrongs when they see them, and compulsively need to change things. They systematize everything, are all about independence, and do not do well in a subordinate position.
They are goal oriented and have a wonderful focus as they work; they are good at math and engineering, are analytical, logical and pragmatic; and are masters at figuring things out. They are skeptical and do not trust easy; they need to investigate the facts on their own, relying on their own logic and reasoning. If they are absorbed in something, do not even bother trying to get their attention. Negatively, they are bossy, domineering, impatient, can’t relax, quick tempered, easily angered, unsympathetic, enjoy arguments, too impetuous, and can dominate people of other temperaments, especially the Phlegmatic types.
Many great charismatic military and political figures were Cholerics. They like to be in charge of everything… they are workaholics who thrive on control and want their way… they are highly independent people, and have very little respect for diplomas and other credentials. They set high standards, are diligent and hard-working, are rarely satisfied, and never give up their attempts to succeed.
Cholerics have the most trouble with anger, intolerance and impatience; they want facts instead of emotions; and should you get your feelings hurt, it’s your problem, not theirs. The Choleric does not have many friends (though he needs them), and he has a tendency to fall into deep sudden depression, and is much prone to mood swings.
Role; Warrior
Warriors are forceful souls; they embody qualities of strength, courage and determination.
Like Kings, Warriors are action-oriented beings, and therefore down-to-earth, single-minded and very willful. Unlike Kings, however, they tend to be more attracted to the cut and thrust of battle (whether real or metaphorical), preferring to just get stuck in rather than to stand back pulling all the strings.
Warrior souls tend to see life in terms of confrontations and rising to the challenge. There are causes to serve, struggles to be overcome, battles to be won. They like to be on the front line with their trusted comrades, and strongly value both courage and loyalty.
Warriors actively seek challenge and adventure and thrive on overcoming obstacles. Warriors are good at persuading people to do something and would make a good salesperson. Their capacity for hard work and structuring a task or environment makes them highly valuable as an employee, and they are often the first to arrive or last to leave the office. Their clothes need to be practical and hard-wearing. They have a strong sense of right and wrong, and are extremely loyal to friends and allies. Anyone who leaps to a warrior’s defense is a friend for life.
Emotional and hot tempered at times, Warriors can be brutally blunt and even abrasive. Their intimidating physical presence can lead them to take advantage of the weak, and use excessive force to get their own way. A common misconception for some Warriors is that might makes right. They must avoid the inclination to push people around, or like a guard dog, be unduly suspicious of those that enter their territory.
The most physical of all the roles, Warriors thoroughly enjoy the pleasures of earthly existence, having strong appetites for sex, food, sports, and meeting the challenges associated with success. Warriors are intensely in touch with their physicality. Warriors love a good challenge, but can sometimes waste valuable energy fighting too many windmills, and lose the ability to discriminate between what's important.
Enneagram; Four
People of this personality type tend to build their identities around their perception of themselves as being somehow different or unique; they are thus self-consciously individualistic. Fours tend to see their difference from others as being both a gift and a curse - a gift, because it sets them apart from those they perceive as being somehow "common," and a curse, as it so often seems to separate them from the simpler forms of happiness that others so readily seem to enjoy. Thus, Fours can manage to feel superior to others while also secretly harboring some degree of longing and envy. A feeling of being a member of the "true aristocracy" alternates with deep feelings of shame, and fears of somehow being deeply flawed or defective.
Fours are emotionally complex and highly sensitive. They long to be understood and appreciated for their authentic selves, but easily feel misunderstood and unappreciated. They have a tendency to withdraw in the face of a world that seems harsh or crude, and are often somewhat moody or temperamental. They are emotionally centered and spend much of their lives immersed in their internal mental landscapes, where they feel free to cultivate and analyse their feelings. A desire to manifest this internal world often leads Fours to an interest in the arts, and some do become actual artists. Whether artistic or not, however, most Fours are aesthetically sensitive and concerned with self-expression and self-revelation, whether it be in the clothes they wear or in the overall nature of their often idiosyncratic lifestyles.
Fours are somewhat melancholic by disposition, and under stress tend to lapse into depression. They also tend to be self-absorbed, even under the best of circumstances, but when unbalanced, easily give way to a self-indulgence which they perceive as being fully justified as a way to compensate for the general lack of pleasure they experience in their lives. Rather than look for practical solutions to their difficulties, Fours are prone to fantasizing about a savior who will rescue them from their unhappiness.
Hogwarts House; (the angriest) Hufflepuff
"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,
And unafraid of toil"
Students belonging to this house are known to be hard-working, friendly, loyal, honest and rather impartial. It may be that due to their values, Hufflepuffs are not as competitive as the other houses, or are more modest about their accomplishments. Hufflepuff is the most inclusive among the four houses; valuing hard work, patience, loyalty, and fair play rather than a particular aptitude in its members.
Tanner seems like an odd choice for a Puff, but he believes in many traditional Hufflepuff values though he might not live them all the time. Further more, he lacks ambition and the malice to act on cunning, is not particularly chivalrous though he might superficially appear daring, and honestly, fuck those nerds, so--Hufflepuff it is.
“We’ll take all the rest”, indeed.
Myers-Briggs; ESTP
ESTP personality types always have an impact on their immediate surroundings – the best way to spot them at a party is to look for the whirling eddy of people flitting about them as they move from group to group. Laughing and entertaining with a blunt and earthy humor, ESTP personalities love to be the center of attention. If an audience member is asked to come on stage, ESTPs volunteer – or volunteer a shy friend.
Theory, abstract concepts and plodding discussions about global issues and their implications don't keep ESTPs interested for long. ESTPs keep their conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but they like to talk about what is – or better yet, to just go out and do it. ESTPs leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go, rather than sitting idle, preparing contingencies and escape clauses.
ESTPs are the likeliest personality type to make a lifestyle of risky behavior. They live in the moment and dive into the action – they are the eye of the storm. People with the ESTP personality type enjoy drama, passion, and pleasure, not for emotional thrills, but because it's so stimulating to their logical minds. They are forced to make critical decisions based on factual, immediate reality in a process of rapid-fire rational stimulus response.
This makes school and other highly organized environments a challenge for ESTPs. It certainly isn't because they aren't smart, and they can do well, but the regimented, lecturing approach of formal education is just so far from the hands-on learning that ESTPs enjoy. It takes a great deal of maturity to see this process as a necessary means to an end, something that creates more exciting opportunities.
Also challenging is that to ESTPs, it makes more sense to use their own moral compass than someone else's. Rules were made to be broken. This is a sentiment few high school instructors or corporate supervisors are likely to share, and can earn ESTP personalities a certain reputation. But if they minimize the trouble-making, harness their energy, and focus through the boring stuff, ESTPs are a force to be reckoned with.
With perhaps the most perceptive, unfiltered view of any type, ESTPs have a unique skill in noticing small changes. Whether a shift in facial expression, a new clothing style, or a broken habit, people with this personality type pick up on hidden thoughts and motives where most types would be lucky to pick up anything specific at all. ESTPs use these observations immediately, calling out the change and asking questions, often with little regard for sensitivity. ESTPs should remember that not everyone wants their secrets and decisions broadcast.
Sometimes ESTPs' instantaneous observation and action is just what's required, as in some corporate environments, and especially in emergencies.
If ESTPs aren't careful though, they may get too caught in the moment, take things too far, and run roughshod over more sensitive people, or forget to take care of their own health and safety. Making up only four percent of the population, there are just enough ESTPs out there to keep things spicy and competitive, and not so many as to cause a systemic risk.
ESTPs are full of passion and energy, complimented by a rational, if sometimes distracted, mind. Inspiring, convincing and colorful, they are natural group leaders, pulling everyone along the path less traveled, bringing life and excitement everywhere they go. Putting these qualities to a constructive and rewarding end is ESTPs' true challenge.
Harley was born on May 23rd, 1996 making him a Gemini. Harley doesn’t believe in astrology or the zodiac, but is often found extremely surprised how spot on his horoscopes can be.
Date of Birth: May 21 - June 21
Strength: multifarious, perspicacious, smart, cheerful, quick-witted, clement, charming
Weakness: fickle, gossipy, amphibian
Symbol: Twins
Element: Air
Sign Ruler: Mercury
Lucky Color: Yellow
Lucky Number: 7
Jewelry: Opal
Best Match: Aquarius, Libra and Gemini
Celebrities: Tito, Bardeen, John F. Kennedy, Queen Victoria
CHINESE ZODIAC - The Mischievous Monkey
Insatiably curious, monkeys will try anything once. Eager to learn new skills, a monkey will enthusiastically perform it over and over until he’s mastered it. This gives credence to the phrase, “Monkey see, monkey do.” Also, monkeys are intensely competitive. They make it their mission to do things better than anyone else. Failure is not in the monkey’s vocabulary. Extremely intelligent, clever, and innovative, the monkey person will excel in any field. He truly believes he is “the top banana.” On the negative side, monkeys are difficult to trust. They tend to be too self-centered to care about anyone else.
CELTIC TREE - Hawthorn: The Illusionist
Hawthorn signs in Celtic tree astrology are not at all what they appear to be. Outwardly, they appear to be a certain persona, while on the inside Hawthorn's are quite different. They put the term “never judge a book by its cover” to the test. They live seemingly average lives while on the inside they carry fiery passions and inexhaustible creative flame. They are well adjusted and can adapt to most life situations well - making themselves content and comforting others at the same time. You are naturally curious, and have an interest in a broad range of topics. You are an excellent listener, and people seek you out as an outlet to release their burdens. You have a healthy sense of humor, and have a clear understanding of irony. You tend to see the big picture, and have amazing insight - although you typically won't give yourself enough credit for your observations.
TEMPERAMENT - Sanguine (blood)
- Key Strengths: Friendly, cheerful, energetic, compassionate, loves people, forgiving, confident, charming, talkative, an excellent comedian or sailor, and just plain fun.
- Key Weaknesses: Weak-willed, egotistical, emotionally unstable, gullible, too people-pleasing, shallow, scatterbrained, disorganized, self-absorbed, too talkative, hyperactive and frivolous at times.
The sanguine temperament is fundamentally impulsive and pleasure-seeking; sanguine people are sociable and charismatic. They tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be boisterous. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when they pursue a new hobby, they lose interest as soon as it ceases to be engaging or fun. They are very much people persons. They are talkative and not shy. Sanguines generally have an almost shameless nature, certain that what they are doing is right. They have no lack of confidence.
PERSONALITY TYPE - Sage
You are a Sage. You are an expressive person and excellent communicator with a natural flair for language. You are a natural performer and often speak, act and dress for effect. You enjoy the attention of an audience and would make a good actor, journalist or presenter. Your work needs to include communication and be fun. You sometimes find it easier to be in a group of people than an intimate relationship. You are popular, a natural party animal with a large circle of friends. You are witty with a superlative sense of humor and can keep the whole dinner party entertained. However, you also have a more serious, philosophical side and value wisdom highly.
ENNEAGRAM - Type 7: The Enthusiast
Sevens are extroverted, optimistic, versatile, and spontaneous. Playful, high-spirited, and practical, they can also misapply their many talents, becoming over- extended, scattered, and undisciplined. They constantly seek new and exciting experiences, but can become distracted and exhausted by staying on the go. They typically have problems with impatience and impulsiveness. At Their Best: they focus their talents on worthwhile goals, becoming appreciative, joyous, and satisfied.
HOGWARTS HOUSE - Slytherin?? possible Gryffindor
- Slytherins tend to be ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. They also have highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tend to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done.According to Albus Dumbledore, the qualities which Salazar valued in the students he chose included cleverness, resourcefulness, determination, and "a certain disregard for the rules." Dumbledore noted that all of these were qualities possessed by Harry Potter, who was in Gryffindor.
- The Gryffindor house emphasizes the traits of courage as well as "daring, nerve, and chivalry," and thus its members are generally regarded as brave, though sometimes to the point of recklessness. They can also be short-tempered. Notably, Gryffindor house contributed many members to Dumbledore's Army and the Order of the Phoenix. According to Phinaes Nigellus Black, members of other houses, particularly Slytherin, sometimes feel that Gryffindors engage in "pointless heroics." Another Slytherin, Severus Snape, considered many Gryffindors to be self-righteous and arrogant, with no regard for rules.
MYERS-BRIGGS - ENTP
Quick, ingenious, stimulating, alert, and outspoken. Resourceful in solving new and challenging problems. Adept at generating conceptual possibilities and then analyzing them strategically. Good at reading other people. Bored by routine, will seldom do the same thing the same way, apt to turn to one new interest after another.
