Dustin Hoffamn in Outbreak, but only if you wear the biohaz suit.
Heh, Meatros, my name DOES begin with an L! You must be psychic! Let me throw money at you! 
And no one else wants to do me??? :: sniff sniff :: 
lol
Scanning across the names before me, images arose;
The first one was a wily-looking man, with a sharp nose and a laughing mouth, a shock of straw hair and dressed in Orange, red and brown. He would write you into a parody. I knew him, his name was Fenris
Next, there was the passive countenance of Coldfire, dark hair hanging long, blue eyes containing neither passion or compassion. Forged by hardships, and dependent on his own strengths. His self control is legendary.
Then comes the swarthly, dark-eyed coutenance of Libertarian, dressed all in satin that was black and green, wearing a dark three-cornered hat set at a rakish angle, a green plume of feathers trailing down the back. He is standing in profile, one arm akimbo, and the toes of his boots curled upwards. There is ambivalence in my heart.
Then there was Eutychus. Handsome by anyone’s standards, his hair was so dark as to be almost blue. His beard curled around a mouth that always smiled. His hands, thumbs hooked behind the belt, were terribly strong and prominent. I studied him and I feared him somewhat.
Then there was Darwins Finch, tall and dour, thin; think of body, thin of face, wide of mind. He wore orange and yellow and brown and reminded me of haystacks and pumpinks and scarecrows and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
Then came a firey bearded, flame-crowned man, dressed all in red and orange, mainly of silk stuff, and he held a sword in his right hand and a glass of wine in his left. The devil himself danced behind his eyes, blue as the sky. His chin was slight, but the beard covered it. This I knew was Esprix.
The next figure wears a riding suit of green and sits upon a white horse. There is a quality of both strength and weakness, questing and abandonment about him. I approved and disaprove, liked and am repelled by, this one. His name is december
A little SDMB preserved in Amber. 
*taking money *
No, no, I couldn’t. I do this because it’s my duty, not to get paid…
Hey you didn’t say if I was right or not…
I presume you meant psychotic abilities.
There, there… we won’t let Meat Loaf hurt you.
Hey! I resemble those remarks!
Funny, I always pictured you as Allie Sheedy (whatever) in The Breakfast Club. It never occured to me to think of you as male. Turns out I was kinda right.
For some reason, I picture Wearia as a self aware piece of string. But then, I’m from another planet, baby!
Whenever I see the name Darwin’s Finch, I picture David Spade.
Are the SDMB Peple Pages still functioning. Everyone can check to see how close they came to the real thing.
tend not to picture people much, but apologies, i’ll try.
i think…
Matt wears black nail polish and has a floppy fringe which hangs into his eyes when he rides the metro.
Kal looks sort of like a cross between Lovejoy/David Essex/ the man from bargainhunters. but in a good way.
Washte is tall and dark with dimples when she smiles.
Cjhoworth wears square glasses with black frames and bites her lip when she’s typing.
Polycarp has a halo and wears wooly aran jumpers and cords.
Qadgop looks like Dr Cox from scrubs.
Eve wears little black Chanel suits and silk stockings.
Biggirl has a smile that lights up the room and a laugh that deafens.
Ryan_Liam is tall, thin and wears a parka.
iampunha is a surfer with a dazed expression and a goofy grin.
Muad’Dib obviously reminds me of that guy in the Sci-Fi channels Dune.
Meatros makes me think of a beefy guy like Meatloaf.
I picture NoClueBoy looking like Toby Maguire.
How come no one (well one person), thinks of me as a strapping man, who could’ve been in Gladiator :D…I’m not actually saying I could’ve but still…
My Edwardian powers are a little tapped out… My brain is about to explode with relatives telling me vague things. For you Epimetheus, I do have a little bit of predicting power…
ERmm…ugggg…
…
Okay…your…name…yes…name…starts with…a letter from the alphabet…and you…have some relatives…a few of your family…has died…it could be a great great great grandmother…whom you hardly knew…she sends her love…
I’m guessing you look like Rebecca Eckler. (Do a Google.)
Thanks, Honey, but not even very close. While not a SpiderMan, I am a man…
I always picture Kn*ckers as a large breasted petite redhead woman with an inability to find blouses that stay fastened.
I picture Honey as a youngish looking blonde girl with a great smile holding a knife behind her back… No offense meant.
Libertarian reminds me of a teacher I once had: Dark haired with a moustache, thin but not spindly, on the tall side but by no means physically imposing or deformed, with a perpetual twinkle in his eye and always willing to engage the whole class in spirited, good-hearted debates. I respect the man immensely, as I respect Lib.
Zev Steinhardt reminds me of the traditional Hasidic Jew: Long salt-and-pepper beard, prominent earlocks like strands of drawn silver, small glasses perched on an avian nose, intricately woven yarmulke, eyes sparking with humor and inner knowledge. A wise rabbi in the teacher or leader sense of the word.
FairyChatMom is a Soccer Mom (as defined in a few dictionaries now… :)): 5’9" or so, dark-haired, somewhat overweight from a raging chocolate addiction (:)), wears conservative clothes, usually, but can cut loose with sparkles and bright colors. Drives a minivan or SUV and probably has a second car in a Mazda or a Ford.
OpalCat is the kind of girl every hacker wants to meet: Free-spirited and artistic with a love of exotic foods and open-source *nixes. Sits in a lotus position with a laptop balanced on her knees, in old jeans and a tux t-shirt, in deep hack mode, working on a bug in Emacs or gcc. Likes to curl up with a good SF book, but has been known to fall asleep reading K&R or an O’Reilly title.
Fenris is Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (without the pedophilia). Better known as Lewis Carroll, he was a true artisan of the English language, one of the few people who could use words like oils on a canvas. Tall, slight, with unkempt hair and a rather boyish face, he has piercing eyes and a truly wicked sense of humor. (It’s amazing how much a personality description can influence a physical description.) Fenris is never afraid to tweak logic to Humpy-Dumptian levels.
Now, can someone please do me?
Allow me to be the first to do you.
I see you as tall, large framed but not overweight. A little cow-boyish yet also sophisticated. Early to mid 40’s, brown hair, graying slightly. A much younger Clint Eastwood.
How’d I do?
I know someone who wont be asking…
[sub]ooooh I am naughty! beat me![/sub]