Your name is FEFERI PEIXES, and you LOVE EVERYONE because HATE IS WAY TOO MAINSTREAM around here. You’re generally nice to everyone unless given reason to show a dark side or, of course, unless it seems like it could be FUN FOR THE MOMENT.
Contrary to many of your silly alternate selves, you are, by the definition of many, HORRIDLY, PAINFULLY HIPSTER. You weren’t always like this; in fact, it’s a RATHER NEW DEVELOPMENT, as much as it pains you to admit it. As you told your lusus GL’BGOLYB, “S)(UT UP, MOM, IT’S NAUT A P)(AS-E!” Phase or not, you’ll live it out for the moment.
Recently you’ve become very MUSIC-ORIENTED. You’ve also taken a liking to Helvetica and triangles and numerous things you DO NOT ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF. But that’s OK. None of your other shipster friends do, either.
Regardless, your quadrants are a BARREN WASTELAND, you are FAR FROM PREPARED to ever become an empress, and you are VERY CHILDISH, but you’re just fine with that.
You hold a strong penchant for AQUATIC PUNS and you type somefin like t)(is!