Nope, I woulda lost a bet. I’m actually Markheim, but nobody’s read that story!
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You scored as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. You are the unfortunate changling from Robert Louis Stevenson’s classic novel, the victim of volatile emotions that violate your reputedly noble character. Through scientific experimentation, you have divided your social and primal selves into two separate physical entities, which grapple perpetually for control of your existence. Because of this tension, your life is a maelstrom of inescapable, private turmoil.
What’s Your 19th Century Horror Character? |
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Dracula. Apparently.
You scored as Count Dracula.
You are the charming, ravenous vampire from Bram Stoker’s classic novel. A frightful spectre from the shadows of history, you harvest the blood of the living to perpetuate your existence. Though you are hospitable and charming, it is only an insidious ruse to cover your carnivorous intentions.
Only partly true.
What with the whole vegan thing.
I am apparently Frankenstein’s Monster. I don’t buy it.
Dorian Gray.
You are the immortal, narcissistic bachelor from Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray. Your physical beauty is matchless and your reputation, spotless. Meanwhile, your portrait suffers continual disfiguration as you pursue a secret life of debauchery, revealing the true content of your damnable soul.
I really didn’t see that one coming, especially since I answered nonsense to the question about whether I am physically attractive ;-).
This is unforgivable, they must be making this up:
You scored as The Invisible Man.
You are Griffin, the transparent menace in H. G. Wells’ classic novel. Having rendered yourself invisible through an irreversible scientific process, you descend into madness, stalking the world like a ghost. You are a mischievous, corruptible soul with an obsession for power, a path that can only end in destruction.
I love mischief, just don’t get much chance to act on it… but this is stretching it a bit. Fun little quiz tho, thanx for the link.
I totally wanted to be Dorian Grey, but one look in the mirror convinces me that my portrait is as fresh and lovely as the day it was painted, alas. The cosmos has no sense of priorities.