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I don’t have a dissociative disorder or anything, but I think I’m actually multiple people inside of one body. It’s very possible that I’m a teenager and I’m just questioning like normal, but I have been wondering this since before I was a teenager so maybe not. Either way, I appear to have four different selves who work well together (Ricky is the exception), but have distinct personalities. Tony - he/him, questioning romantic preference, bright greens and neutral browns He will write his own thing later, but I’ll describe him for now. He’s a very energetic person, an adventurer. He likes being outdoors all the time, but he has a ridiculous sense of optimism that will get him killed someday. Arthur - he/him or neos, panromantic, black and dark greens and purples I’m also writing for him, he’s very creative, but doesn’t share his talent. He has so many wonderful things to say, but he just sits there quietly and doesn’t save them. It bothers me. I don’t understand why he can’t go out there and do something, why he has to just observe as the world moves on without him. Icarus - he/him or bird-themed neos, Achillean, sky and baby blues I’m called Icarus because of the way I live. I’m such a high achiever, always reaching higher, trying to do better than before. And plummeting towards the sea of failure when my wings give out. Every so often I think I’m actually going somewhere with my life, and I’m once again reminded that I’m only human. Even though I would love to be a blue jay. (You have to understand, I’m just in one of my down moods right now. I’ll fly back up eventually, and when I do, you won’t know what hit you.) Ricky - he/him (refers to himself as an “it” as a method of self-deprecation), aromantic, no colour preference He’s always complaining about something, and it’s really annoying. He claims to be Mr. Reality, but he’s actually a horrible pessimist. He always assumes that if we think anything it’s entirely in our heads and it doesn’t mean anything. I’m so tired of him telling us that our emotions aren’t real, that they’re only because we’re teenagers. He needs to learn how to actually be nice to people. Robbie - he/him, Achillean, green I’m sort of the voice of everyone as a whole, but I’m sort of like the three Mikes from Deltarune pretending to be the real one. Ricky is Battat, Arthur is Pluey and Icarus is Jongler. Tony doesn’t fit into this scenario because there are only three Mikes, and it doesn’t even work anyways, because obviously they are their own people and not Mike. My point is sometimes I get so focused on being “Mike”, I get lost and I don’t know who I really am.