You make sure to sit in the front row, listening eagerly. You love poetry!
You challenge the bard to a poetry jam, blowing him away with your wit and ability to construct hysterical rhymes.
You roll up with your friends and stalk through the audience, tossing slurs and insults at the poet and stealing candy from babies.
You chill on the grass mildly enjoying the mediocre poetry and scanning the crowd for beautiful people.
You delight in his poetry and are thankful that the good Lord has placed in him the gift of rhyme.
If you are a man: a french maid costume If you are a woman: cover yourself in tin foil and come as a "leftover."
A devil costume, or something scary
A knight, a Superhero, or something noble
An elf, a mime, or something fantastical
A nurse's uniform.
You run around looking for authorities to break up the fight.
You stand aside and wait to see if your friend needs your help. Better not to get involved.
You jump in with both feet and ridicule the attacker, of course your friend needs your help, you're awesome.
You spit on the ground and walk away. If your friend dies, he probably deserves it.
You appeal to their spiritual side, there is never a good reason for violence.
Your true love is God, and if he calls you home, you will answer gladly.
You will do it, but you can't help thinking about how it will affect others.
True love? There is no love in this world. There is only pain. And revenge.
If there is someone who can actually keep up with you enough to be considered your true love, you'll do what they want, but have some fun while you risk your life.
Your true love is your duty to your family. And they better not put you in danger.
You grieve for weeks refusing to see or be seen by anyone until you can face the world again, which may be never...
You have the person brought down in the proper way. A long life of hell is a better punishment than a quick death.
You seek them out immediately and kill them. Your passion and wrath cannot be quenched by courts and law.
You feel that caution is the best approach, the person might come after you next, and when the time is right, a surprise attack and a stab in the back is the best medicine.
You weep and feel as though your own life has been stolen from you, but you are strong and busy yourself with work.
Crazy, spontaneous, hysterical, but down to earth, logical, grounded.
Dreamy, impressionable, naive, but good natured, honest, direct.
Sly, brilliant, aggressive, but dutiful, loyal, strong.
Patient, Caring, Spiritual, but always warning against the dangers of things.
Domestic, organized, punctual, but caring in a fussy, lovingly meddlesome way.
What enemies? I'm a lover, not a fighter.
A Sword, a dagger, anything sharp and deadly!
Wit, wit is the sharpest weapon. Confuse your enemy and they will crumble as you laugh and dance in their ignorance.
The fear of God.
Poison is the romantic death for an enemy, or a lover.
Inner conflict: the aching of your own heart for wanting what you cannot have.
Any conflict you can find, even if you have to pick a fight to get it.
Parental conflict: Not wanting to follow your parents wishes. They don't seem to understand you.
People you're responsible for not listening to you.
Making the safe choice, or making the right choice.
Confession? I done things too terrible to be confessed, even to a priest. I have no business being in a church.
I have nothing to confess, my soul is pure...except for that one small thing...
The priest leaves after hours confessing the way love tears at your soul and rips out heart and...and....and...and...
Confession!? Absolutely! You love coming up with new quirky sins to admit to! What fun!
You are at confession everytime, on time, and still feel somewhat unworthy of God's grace.