Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have no idea.
The shoes you wore today: Beg pardon? Shoes are shoes, are they not? In any case, they were black leather, fine loafers that I
from a nearby retailer.
Your fears: Inquisitive, arent we? Love, among others, but I daresay it is the most prevalent. A great thing, yes, but cruel in its orchestration. As Shakespeare said, love and reason keep very little company. I find it unwise to abandon ones senses in pursuit of a petty fancy. Unfortunately, I once completely disregarded this advice.
Your perfect meal: Meal?
Goal you'd like to achieve: Complete the Masterpiece of an opera that is currently gathering dust upon the writing desk
Your first thought waking up: Waking up? I should think that sleep is required in order to wake up. Do the math, please.
Your best physical feature: Oho! What a nasty little sense of humor you have!
Your bedtime: Please refer back to the waking up issue.
Your most missed memory: Have I lost the memory then? Anything involving precious time with a certain soprano.
Do you prefer..
Pepsi or Coke: Who?
McDonald's or Burger King: Forgive me, but are you referring to the farmer McDonald from that awful folk song?
Single or group dates: Dear Lord, how I adore a group date! Of course, the other men all grow exceedingly jealous as the night wears on: Their women just throw themselves at my feet, with rapturous cries of, Sweet mother in heaven, tis Apollo gracing Earth at last!
Adidas or Nike: Pardon?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Ive never fancied tea, although certain Russian teas are acceptable.
Chocolate or vanilla: It really wouldnt matter. I can barely taste as it is. You never think about your nostrils, do you? They are rather handy when it comes to tasting. Be grateful the next time you shove your sticky little finger up its cavity.
Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino? Is that a disease?
Smoke: In the past. Although what I was smoking is certainly none of your business.
Cuss: Occasionally. Why mind my manners when no one else is around?
Sing: Are you really as stupid as you look?
Take a shower: Now really, I may be aesthetically devastating, but do you really take me for such a slob?
Have a crush: I believe it divulges deeper than that.
Think you've been in love: THINK?
Want to go to college: I have, in the past. I quickly realized it was an unattainable goal.
Like high school: Unattainable.
Want to get married: Good God. A wife to take out on Sundays
it would be rather nice, wouldnt it?
Get motion sickness: No.
Think you're attractive: I hate you.
Think you're a health freak: Health freak? As in what? Freakishly healthy? Or healthily freaky?
Get along with your parent(s): No. Next question.
Like thunderstorms: Certainly. Mother Natures own symphonies, available for all to hear!
Play an instrument: Piano, organ, violin, flute
we could go at this for hours, my friend, Im just getting started!
In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Yes, lovely wine that was
from the managers office.
Smoked: Yes. Again, it does not concern you as to what, you nosy fathead.
Done a drug: What does it matter?
Had Sex: If you insist on an answer to this, I advise you to take a peek beneath the mask. That should clear everything up quickly.
Made Out: Out? Made out what?
Gone on a date: Your attention span is that of a gerbils. Weve discussed this, and I shall not divulge any further.
Gone to the mall?: Nip out to the market at night for necessities.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Eaten? Do I look as if I hold gluttony in high esteem?
Eaten sushi: No. Food keeps me little company, end of story.
Been on stage: Many times. No one was aware of my presence, but it still counts, does it not?
Been dumped?: I suppose you could say this is my life story.
Made homemade cookies: Youre doing it again.
Gone skinny dipping: Now that would be a lovely sight, wouldnt it?
Dyed your hair: A sufficient amount of hair would be required for this, something that I lack.
Stolen anything: Borrowed, if you please.
In a guy/girl...
Best eye color?: They are the deepest shade of cinnamon, large and doleful, bottomless
Best hair color?: Hers is a beautiful, rich chocolate.
Height: I believe she stands around five-six. Tiny little thing, really.
Best articles of clothing: Whenever she wears that silk crimson gown with the black lace-up bodice, I cannot breathe. It contrasts wonderfully with her skin.
Best Qualities: A sense of humor, intelligence, musical talent, kindness and compassion
poor eyesight might help things a bit.
Number of drugs taken illegally: Ive lost count by now. You will not repeat that.
Number of piercings: None. Ive been in enough pain, thank you.
Number of tattoos: See above answer.
Number of times name was in newspaper: In the last month? Or year? Shall I check internationally? Although I could say none, considering my name was never mentioned, just the death count and the person allegedly behind it. I presume you know who that person is.
Number of scars on my body: Innumerable.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Why dont we just sit here and discuss the entire history of mankind? It would take about the same amount of time to answer this question.
Number of things I hate myself for: Didnt you just ask me that?
If I were...
If I were a month I would be: December. Bitter cold, but gentle, somehow.
If I were a day of the week I would be: Tuesday. There is nothing particularly remarkable about Tuesday, is there?
If I were a time of day I would be: Nighttime.
If I were a planet I would be: An accurate response? Pluto. It is very much isolated from the rest.
If I were an animal I would be: If I were an animal?
If I were a direction I would be: Forward. I would like very much to move ahead.
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: A desk. So many things can be accomplished with a desk.
If I were a sin I would be: Envy.
If I were a historical figure I would be: Ive always likened myself to Cesar, somehow: triumphant, but defeated in the end.
If I were a liquid I would be: What kind of ridiculous question is that?
If I were a tree I would be: A willow.
If I were a flower/plant I would be: Hmm. Does a weed count?
If I were a kind of weather I would be: Appropriately stormy.
If I were a musical instrument I would be: Anything. Anything that makes music, but preferably a slightly aged violin. They sound richer this way.
If I were an emotion I would be: Displeasure
If I were a color I would be: Black
If I were a vegetable I would be: A vegetable? I never did eat my vegetables as a child. I was a spiteful little squirt. I took after my mother.
If I were a sound I would be: A chord from the organ
If I were an element I would be: Fire? Or were you referring to the Periodic Table?
If I were a car I would be: Car?
If I were a song I would be: Bachs Toccata and Fugue in D minor: a spectacularly haunting piece.
If I were a movie I would be directed by: A what?
If I were a book I would be written by: Poe, although his work mainly consists of delightfully depressing stories.
If I were a food I would be: Moldy.
If I were a place I would be: The Garnier.
If I were a material I would be: Velvet
If I were a taste I would be: Something foul, I am sure.
If I were a scent I would be: She once had the audacity to complain that I smelt of death.
If I were a word I would be: Desolation
If I were an object I would be: A violin
If I were a body part I would be: Hands. Anything but a face.
If I were a facial expression I would be: Stoic.
If I were a cartoon character I would be: A what character?
If I were a shape I would be a: A line. A wilting line.
If I were a number I would be: Thirteen. It is wonderfully appropriate, dont you think?