I'm a strange combination of Oscar Progresso, Mad Jack Churchill, Malcolm Reynolds, Davan MacIntire, and Joseph Stilwell. Don't get it? That's ok. Neither do I.
Wait, that's too vague for you? Damn you're needy. Ok, take two. I'm:
A study in contradictions: very intelligent, yet continually doing stupid things that result in reprimands. Firmly principled, but refuse to take life seriously. Honest to a fault—blunt, is the word—but bend over backwards to be kind. Whimsical and eccentric, with a dark sense of humor. Yes, there is a line, but it’s more fun to dance on the other side of it. Chivalrous—holding doors and tipping hats—yet sometimes an asshole. Not proud, but there it is. Passionate and calmly observant. Idealistic and exceptionally cynical. Holds a Bachelor of Science, majoring in International History. A soldier and an artist and a scientist and a philosopher and a writer and a huge nerd, all wrapped in one.
Dances. Sings, though not particularly well. Cooks. Practices martial arts. Meditates. Does community service. Firmly believes animals and small children are usually better people than most grown-ups. Studies history and economics and psychology and geology and everything else, too. Reads, writes, and enjoys talking. Watches TED Talks. Listens to the Great Courses. Speaks in various accents as the mood strikes. Plays the tinwhistle (well), French horn (very well), and the guitar (not so well…). Sometimes wears a kilt. Sometimes wears a top hat. Because. Collects quotes and funny pictures.
3 adjectives: esoteric, anachronistic, incorrigible.
See, I told you so. Simple. Grok?