You are:
cynical and drunk.
vengeful and angst ridden.
a machine.
suave.
charismatic and stubborn.
the One. Very profound.
bubbly, fun-loving and clever.

Your weapon of choice:
a sword and some silver stakes.
my entire body is a deadly weapon.
a whip.
Chinese fighting muffins.
a gun.
a gun and several other top secret high-tech gadgets.
I have no need for weapons.

You want to:
recover archeologically significant artifacts.
understand the Matrix.
stop terrorists.
meet Charlie.
terminate Sarah Connor.
get with hot chicks while participating in international espionage.
avenge your mother's death. Kill all vampires.

You are most likely to say:
"I'll be back."
"Yippie-kie-yay mother-fucker."
"The name's Bond. James Bond."
"There are worse things out tonight than vampires --Like me."
"Don't call me Junior!"
"Woah... I know kung fu."
"And that's kicking your ass!"
"I don't know. I'm making this up as I go along."

Your wardrobe generally consits of:
a long leather jacket and a bullet-proof vest.
whatever's tight, sexy and funky.
a wife beater, jeans. No socks, though.
leather jacket, jeans and a t-shirt. One of each. I don't need to change. Ever.
black trench-coat, black t-shirt, black jeans. All black. All the time.
khaki, a fedora and a whip.
designer three peice suit.

You're scared of:
snakes.
nothing.
regaining the blood-lust.
the creepy thin man.
the real world.
terrorists.
Scared? Does not compute.

What's your claim to fame?
I'm the One.
I always have hot girls, hot cars and hot toys. Plus, I always win.
I'm the day-walker.
We're cute, we're fun, we're crime-fighting and we work for Charlie.
I was a hot-shot cop until my wife left me and I fell off the wagon.
I'm a world renowned archeologist.
I ripped out my eyes and this chick burned off my skin, blew me in half and I still crawled across the floor to kill her. Bygones, though. I saved her in the sequel.

What's your soundtrack?
Hard rock and suspense score.
I have my own theme song.
Mostly trance.
Just your basic movie score.
Independant Women, plus some trance-type stuff.

How have you been?
Fuck you, asshole.
I have a really bad fucking headache.
I don't know. I've been living a lie.
Not so good. Too many vampires, not enough serum.
Great, thanks Charlie!
My situation has not improved.
I could use a martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Who's your favorite action star?
James Bond.
The Terminator.
Blade.
Charlie's Angels.
John McClane.
Neo.
Indiana Jones.