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Your name is OBELUS RHELIX. You’re a MASTER MUSICIAN, able to play any instrument you come across, although your favorite is the PIANO.
You’re ANAL RETENTIVE, a TIGHT-ASS and a PERFECTIONIST. You’re a pretty CHILL BRO most of the time, and at least pretend to be a major COOL GUY, however everyone sees through your cool guy routine, and sees you for the PARANOID BITCH you actually are. You tend to have ANXIETY ATTACKS at the SIMPLEST MISTAKES due to your MASSIVE OCD. You dwell on PAST EVENTS, playing and replaying how it all went down in your head, and thinking over all the things you COULD HAVE DONE DIFFERENTLY. You also need to be ENDLESSLY ASSURED THAT YOU’RE DOING A GOOD JOB, which makes you come off as a bit WHINY and CLINGY sometimes. You also have the need to BE LIKED BY EVERYONE, but you don’t go out of your way to please them. In fact, you usually go out of your way to be a BLUNT BITCH.
You don’t know how to react to RELATIONSHIPS OF ANY KIND, any sort of advance leaves you FREAKING OUT and PARANOID. Nobody so far is PERFECT ENOUGH for you. People flaws put you in FOUL MOODS.
Your strife specibus is PIANOKIND, in which HOLOGRAPHIC-LOOKING PIANO KEYS appear in front of you, with which you can create MASSIVE
EARTH LANDQUAKES with.
You are so PARANOID it usually scares others off. NOT THAT YOU MIND, though, you HATE everyone. Except you’d like to not mind, but being so paranoid you begin to THINK AND THINK AND THINK about ALL THE REASONS YOU PROBABLY SCARED THEM OFF. You think about it to the point it physically hurts and you have to go running back to them AND DEMAND AN ANSWER.
You also have a tendency to FLY INTO FITS OF RAGE due to small “implications” and block other trolls. However, none of these implications really happen, it’s just ALL IN YOUR PARANOID AS FUCK HEAD. After blocking a person, though, or after pestering them, you tend to come back within seconds begging them to not think badly of you. You then leave, but not for long. YOUR PARANOIA FORCES YOU TO CONTINUE GOING BACK TO PEOPLE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU DESPISE THEM. YOU SIMPLY MUST MAKE SURE THEY ARE NOT THINKING ABOUT YOU WHILE YOUR BACK IS TURNED.
You’re not FASHIONABLE at all, and have a love for UGLY ASS SWEATERS. You also have a love for WRITING CLASSICAL MUSIC, and SINGING YOURSELF TO SLEEP. Everyone seems to somehow know this little fact, and usually MAKE FUN OF YOU for it. You deny it WITH YOUR LIFE, though.
Overall you’re a MUSICALLY-INCLINED, PARANOID, WHINY BITCH of a troll, who needs a pat on the back EVERY FEW SECONDS.
You don’t care much for talking to others, considering you basically HATE PEOPLE. But you start to have massive PANIC ATTACKS when left alone, thinking about all the things the OTHERS ARE PROBABLY SAYING BEHIND YOUR BACK. So you talk to them anyways. Your trolltag is agitatedAcoustics, and you’re typing quirk i♪ mu♪ical, and calm, unle♪♪ you’re totally freaking out, in w♫ic♫ ca♪e yuo begni to jumbel your lettre♪ and get w♫inyyyy!!!