1. You must choose only ONE of your OCs. Do it again if you wanna use another OC.
2. Your OC must answer every question as truthfully as possible.
3. Title the journal as "OCs Quiz (your OC's name. Example: Kaiser's Quiz)".
4. When you're done, tag as many people as you want.
5. Have fun!!!

1. Hi! What's your real name and nickname?
“You may call me Elizabeth, or Miss Gently.”

2. Interesting... what's your current age?
“Thirty-two.” She accompanies this with a flat exhalation you interpret as a laugh.

3. ...Okay... what's your favourite food?
“I am partial to anything French. Otherwise, salmon.”

4. And your favourite drink?
“Champagne.”

5. Confession time! Who's your crush/lover?
“There is no one at the moment.” She taps her cigarette ashes on the floor, crosses and uncrosses her legs, glances at the clock on the mantelpiece. A photograph of a young blonde woman sits next to it.

6. Aww! Have you two kissed yet?
“There is no one, and that is hardly an appropriate question.”

7. Classic question! What's your favourite colour?
“Slate blue.”

8. Who's your favourite author?
“I’m fond of Joyce, some Woolf, and I’ve lately enjoyed Archibald Macleish-- but he’s not half so good as Pound. He parrots well. Nabokov is popular. I find him self-absorbed and very artificial, though his Gift was fine. Very clear, very lucid. I am not sure what to think of Lolita, so don’t ask.”

9. Now what's your biggest fear?
“Ghosts?” Again, the half-realized laughter, like a socialite playacting for her fiance. “Yes, ghosts.”

10. *stifles a giggle* I'm not laughing *bursts out laughing*
She sneers, and a curl of smoke slithers from the corner of her mouth.

11. Awesome. Who's your hero?
“My father, or Christopher Marlowe.”

12. Okay, who is your worst enemy?
“Fascists. The teen-aged. Beatniks.”

13. What would you do if your hero and your worst enemy got together?
“What do you mean?” she says. “I don’t know. Both Christopher Marlowe and my father are dead. I suppose I should feel distressed.”

14. Interesting... what would you do if you met your creator?
“I assume he has little interest in the life of yours truly. Oh.” she says. “Her. Mmm.” She shrugs. “Talk, I suppose. I prefer to be alone.”

15. Okay, I'll contact them right now. Done! Now, what do you want to be when you grow up?
“You might spare the courtesy.” She puts out the cigarette, and lights another. “I dabble in photography. I have an annuity-- there’s no great need.”

16. What's your worst nightmare?
“Ghosts, I said ghosts.” The side of her foot drums a tattoo on the chair leg. “Nuclear bombs. Journalists. And visitors, perhaps.”

17. What's your lifelong dream?
“I should like to live somewhere like Jura, just as Orwell did.” She floats from her chair to the mantel, and straightens the photographs. Sunlight puddles on the blonde woman’s face. Elizabeth’s hands linger on the frame before they drop to the level of her heart. “Domesticity appeals to me.”

18. What would you do if your lifelong dream came true?
“It won’t.”

20. Last question! What do you spend most of your time doing?
“Reading. I do mostly reading. I go to the roof and think, or ignore chores, or I take a very long walk.” She takes the ashtray from the table near her chair, and a grimy teacup, too. “There’s your coat. You ought to leave before it rains.”

21. We're done! Now tag whoever the hell you want.
No tagging here.