INFP | Italian | 24 | F | she/her pronouns Page of Hope | ♏ | Prospit Dreamer
Your name is JENNY. Not JENNIFER. Only JENNY.
You have so many INTERESTS that it is difficult even for you to keep up with all of them.
You have a passion for READING, WRITING and DRAWING, but your room is so full with your UNFINISHED WORKS, that if one day some blessing could help you complete something, it would surely be an event to write down on your IMPORTANT EVENTS AGENDA. You don't have something like that anyway. And you believe you will never have it.
You can always find some time to devote yourself to VIDEO GAMES, for which you have a INNATE TALENT. I don't know why, but it seems that you succeed in any variation of this HOBBY. Thanks to that you earned from your friends the title of KING OF GAMES, probably because the title of QUEEN OF GAMES doesn't exist yet. You have a fondness for WIN OR DIE plots, and the poster of one you cherish towers on the wall along with your favorite movies. You always thought that those kind of plots were the best ones the gaming landscape had to offer, but now you are so accustomed to their twists that you can always predict the ending, as read a PAGE of an open book. But you don't care.
You also like many MOVIES and, as already mentioned, your favorites have a place of honor on the walls of your room. Although you can not get over your unconditional love for APOCALYPTIC MOVIES. Nothing is more exciting to you than the thrill of destruction. The oceans rise. The city falls. HOPE survives. Thanks Mayans.
What else? You love JAPANESE ANIMATION and sometimes you like to COSPLAY. But only sometimes. You like MYTHOLOGY, the PARANORMAL, TECHNOLOGY and WI-FI. Everything should have WI-FI. And you have an odd fixation with MARKSMANS that you could never understand. In ROLE PLAYING, it never comes to you the idea ofa character who did not use a ranged weapon.
In addition, it's not like your room is full of PUPPETS because you like them, it's just a coincidence.
Come on, who are you kidding, you WORSHIP those fluffy things, so much that sometimes you even lose your dignity by speaking to them with a CREEPY voice that makes you look like a psychopath - according to their level of cuteness, carefully measured and calculated by you.