My personality tends to oscillate between different characteristics. This tends to happen every month or so. So, I like to label each month with a name that sums up my attitude towards life at that moment. Now, these different characteristics show up to varying degrees in the different stories I write. Last November, I was Alfhelm the Wise. December, I was Mal-Ravanal.
What shall I be this month, I wonder? Well, one of the defining characteristics of this month is going to be the death of Fiach Dubh. Those of you who frequent the Wesnoth forums will realize that this is a very sad event for many of us. What can you say – death sucks. (Well, this isn’t exactly my outlook on death – I may have more to say on this in a few weeks.) And a friend dying makes one think about one’s own mortality.
Another important influence will be the complete antipathy (not just apathy) I currently feel towards what is normally termed ‘a life’. All I want to do right now is sit down and spend a really long time working on Orbivm. I don’t want to interact with people. At all. I’m just really tired of acting like I’m less bored than I am. Going back to school yesterday was harder than I thought it would be, for that reason.
So… these sound like very Dwarven qualities to me. Fatalistic and autistic. I think I’ll be a Dwarf this month.
That means I’m either Thursagan or Rugnur. Which one, though? Not Rugnur. He’s naive, interested in the world… I suspect Thursagan. He’s a wise old sage who wants to just live in solitude in the far northlands and craft runic artifacts. That sounds exactly like me right now.
I am Thursagan, then. The January iteration of Túrin is Thursagan.