Me? I’m Larry Underwood from Stephen King’s The Stand. The guy who stumbles into situations, then has to get himself out of them at the cost of the feelings of everyone else. A conversation he has with his mother early on seems to sum me up (maybe because I had a similar conversation with my mother). “There’s something in you that’s like biting on tinfoil…it’s like God left a part of you out when he made you inside me.”
So who represents YOU?
Good question.
I’ll go with Turnus, that wacky Rutulian; determining why is left as an exercise for the reader.
Aurora Greenway, hands down, without a doubt, no question.
This is really not meant to sound smarmy, but isn’t this a Cafe Society question?
Turnus dies, dude. That’s bad.
For my, probably my namesake, Maeglin.
I’d think I’m closest to Finny from A Separate Peace.
Some of my favorite sports games are those in which the team I was rooting for lost, I’ve a tendency to spend money frivolously (and not ever to have very much of it), and don’t make enemies very easily. Hopefully my marrow is staying in my bones for now, though.
Apparently I can’t spell either. That’s Finney.
I’m not entirely like him – I’m not the sort that’s just good at anything I try, and I’m no athlete.
Conrad Jarrett in Judith Guest’s Ordinary People.
Though the resemblance was more marked back when the book came out and I was his age, 20+ years ago.
…don’t really need to answer that one, do I ;)?
Q
Depends what I’m doing.
When I just got done screwing up and someone’s chewing me out, I feel like Lenny in “Of Mice and Men.”
When a girl is trying to make me behave “properly” or simply scold me for something, I feel like Pip from “Great Expectations.”
But when I sit alone and ponder things, I feel kind of like “Anne of Green Gables.” Hope that doesn’t make me seem girly.
When I’m being crucified, I often feel like Jesus. Does that count?
Severian. Definitely Severian. Someone who tries to be strong and rational in a twisting, bizarre, unpredictable world. Someone whose insignts barely scratch the surface of reality. A weird mixture of cruelty and justice.
Ugh.
Odyesseus, and apparently, I’m no where near Ithaca yet. 
Why, it’s nobody but the guy who does the narrating for Damon Runyon, at that.
Huckleberry Finn.
John Blackthorn, pilot of the Erasmus in Shogun. Not really a rocket scientist or a huge hero type, just trying to take things one step at a time and get the job done.
Actually, Nym, I considered that. But I figured that I wasn’t discussing a specific book, and I was asking for people’s opinions about themselves, as well. So I thought it belonged in IMHO. If a mod chooses to move it to Cafe Society, however, I would not have any problem with it.
ignatius p reilly from ‘a confederacy of dunces.’
<shrug> Babe, you know it’s no skin off my ass. I’m still a little leery of the new forum and the parameters involved. Change being bad and all. 
It was really just a question. Your explanation makes sense to me.
"Robert Aghion" by Hermann Hesse.
Goes to India, falls in love with a bare-breasted Hindu girl, has all his ideas about reality overturned.
My favorite Hesse story by far.
Woohoo! The beautiful Nymysys called me babe! I think it may have something to do with me staying at her house next weekend. Plus, if I interpret her statement correctly, she’s gonna show me how much skin’s on her ass, so that I can ascertain that no skin is off of it.
Hehehehehe…
[sub]You DID hear about my mission, right?[/sub]
Damn, I hate it when my brilliant post to the OP gets trapped in between other people’s flirting digressions. Happens all the time.