Racial Intolerance: Otto Mattik

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Warning: If you play a fairest, i apologise if you were mentioned by name. Even if Otto hates you, _i_ think your characters are brilliant :D
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I could tell you a list of things that I hate. I could vent my spleen for hours and hours and hours. Everything from the noise certain springs make when they compress and the utterly abysmal noise they make when expanding. I could tell you about the government's shitty policy with VAT. I could tell you how I hate the look on peoples faces when they're trying to understand my words through my accent and I could tell you about how I hate the way everyone things I don't trust anyone.
But you know what I Frikken hate the most?
Fairest.
     I hate the way the light catches on the folds of their clothes and points out all the perfect curves and superior bone structure. I hate the way that their eyes promise you everything and more even with the smallest glance and I frikken absolutely detest that gorgeous smell they allways, ALLWAYS have. I especially hate the men. I like women. I have allways liked women. I dont GET women but that doesnt instantly suddenly make you homosexual. But frikken fairest guys, I swear. Its like the Wyrd doesnt give a shit about your sexual preferences, it just goes 'Adore this person! You want this person' and I hate it.
     I hate the way i'm just waiting for them to speak most of the time. I just want to let them pour their golden honeyed words into my ears and let it coat my brain until nothing else matters and i can lose myself in the complexities of their tone of voice most other changelings don't even comprehend let alone understand. It sickens me to my stomach. And I hate the way that every time they tell me I'm wrong, or I'm Evil, or that I don't trust anyone I have to stop myself from agreeing with them just to make them happy.
     I hate that electric feeling that creeps up and down my spine when they touch me, the dirty danger that they exude when your suprised at being touched by them because one of them just put their hand on your shoulder to talk to you whilst you were doing something else. I hate that I cant help but feel that utter creeping dread in the very pit of my stomach when their words turn cold, like theres nothing, NOTHING worse thats whats coming out of their mouths right now.
     Nev, that she would lounge herself around everything except me, allways so frikken alluring but never ever in reach. Rex Black, that his voice was a pitcher plant that turned me into a fly that was desperate for pollen despite knowing what was going to happen. That frikken Succubus with the same thing but like some sort of sinful angel that even other angels would throw themselves into hell for. Harper, who just makes me feel like a fucking failure as a male. Astrea, bubbly, vivaceous, curvacious, condescending, way-out-of-your-league socialite cowbag. Hjarta, that indestructible bitch, making life seem so fucking easy and like nothing could even dent that ironclad ego of hers. Svet-better-then-you-lana with her god damned alluring dangerous russian spy accent. That yugoslavian or whatever she is girl who was draped around her with her 'oh my god i was spoiled in my durance i will nail my hand to my head from the hardships!' personality. Valentine, who would make Denny Crane cry into his hat out of shame.

GOD
DAMN
FAIREST!!!

HATE HATE HATE!!!!!

But you know why I hate them so much?
I want to be one so bad it hurts.