Way back when, when I started at Dark Metal, I met up with a host of problems. One of them was:
Who in the hell should I be? There was certainly enough of a spectrum to choose from. After considerable trial and error (and God only knows how many trips back through the character generation process), I found a happy medium. One with enough weaknesses to make it something I can identify with, but enough strength and growth potential to make it a worthwhile venture.

Mages.

Not just any kind of fireball-hurling loser wearing a black leather trenchcoat, but someone with undeniable style, something you just can't find with the Technocracy, the Traditions, or a standard Orphan. I found my niche.

I would play extremes.

I have, as of this page's posting, two highly active characters. One is a voodoo priest with a penchant for burying his opposition alive in graveyard (from which the term "Lynwood Hilton" is drawn). The other is a psychotic manic-depressive farmer with a taste for robbery, arson, and self-mutilation.

Basically, the two halves of my personality: one is shy, quiet, reserved, but has a few tricks up his sleeve, and an urge for retribution. The other is a visibly dangerous person, who actually does show concern for his fellow man, woman, and animal. Unfortunately, neither one does a really good job of expressing themselves as vitally different from their peers: one is DM's solo practitioner of the Bata'a (voodoo mages from the Caribbean, for the uninitiated), the other is a stereotypical Nephandi, with nothing but malice in his heart for the entire population, despite how much he tries to avoid the thought.

And, to summate it easier, if each were interviewed individually, I imagine this is how they'd respond.

First, the voodoo priest. Standard interviewer, Awakened as an Orphan.
Interviewer: Glad you could make it. We've been dying to meet you.
Papa Ghede:  Glad I could make it here, sirrah.
Interviewer: So, what exactly do you do, Mr. Ghede?
Papa Ghede:  It is 'Papa Ghede'. It is my given name, sirrah. Not a title. I am.. an importer, of sorts.
Interviewer: I see. Well, I suppose it'd be impolite to ask what you import, correct?
Papa Ghede:  No. It would be perfectly natural to ask. It is also perfectly natural for me to not respond.
Interviewer: I see. So, what would you suggest as a question, for lack of inquiring about your job?
Papa Ghede: Asking me how I got my name would be a good question, sirrah.
Interviewer: and how did you get your name, Papa Ghede? Is it because your a father? A priest?
Papa Ghede: I am both, and much more. <deep chuckle> I got my name from my grandfather, Papa Legba.
Interviewer: Papa Legba? Isn't 'Legba' a spirit of some kind? I remember reading about it somewhere...
Papa Ghede: He is the guardian of crossroads, the spirit of all connections. My grandpappy was his horse.
Interviewer: Horse? Could you explain that a little, please?
Papa Ghede: Horse, as is the spirit of Legba, something we call a 'loa'. It was his patron spirit.
Interviewer: Fascinating. If you don't mind my asking, what are your feelings towards the Traditions?
Papa Ghede: They are fools, who dabble in magick from within. Highly unclean activity, that.
Interviewer: How so? Do your people, the 'Bata'a', not have the same ways of working magick as they?
Papa Ghede: We do not work magick. We work the will of the spirits. Anything else is mjane. Unclean.
Interviewer: And do the Traditions have contact with your 'Craft' very often?
Papa Ghede: There have been two official contacts. Both ended poorly for the 'missionaries'.
Interviewer: How did it end poorly? Were they lost, or assaulted by Sleepers en route?
Papa Ghede: No. They were warned once. They were... poorly-educated.
Interviewer: What happened? Did your people kill them? I sense something you're not talking about...
Papa Ghede: I do not like talking about what happened before. It is.. unpleasant.
Interviewer: How so? Why are you pointing that shotgun at me?
<screaming for nine seconds>
Papa Ghede: Don't say I didn't warn you.
As you can see, Papa Ghede is intense, but willing to share quite a bit with strangers. Ignoring a warning is part of his culture; it's the sign that person is too dense to breathe. So, they correct the problem.
 

Next interviewer, different room. The other room requires a hose to be employed.
Interviewer: Did you hear that? It sounded like a scream.
Lloyd: Ignore it. It's nothing. You had some question for me, right?
Interviewer: Uhm, yes. Well, first of all, what do you do for a living?
Lloyd: I do abortions. I also farm corn, sell drugs, and kidnap people for their SSNs and cash.
Interviewer: <gasp> Uhm.. How.. interesting. And unconventional.
Lloyd: Thank you. I pride myself on my difference from other people. I enjoy being a freak.
Interviewer: Well, that's one way to put it. Why so many jobs, for just one person? Sounds difficult.
Lloyd: Living is difficult. Having a good time is easy. I enjoy what I do. Makes me feel.. normal.
Interviewer: How does selling drugs and hurting people make you feel 'normal'?
Lloyd: Well, for starters, it makes me feel superior to another person. That, to me, is normalcy.
Interviewer: I see. How long have you been.. uhm...
Lloyd: Like this? <laugh> For about twenty years or so. Ever since I killed a childhood friend.
Interviewer: Why did you do that? <fear is evident> I mean, uhm... That's... uh... quite.. intense..
Lloyd: I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Boy, I sure hope he doesn't stab me".. Right, Bob?
Interviewer: Yes. I was .. th-th-thinking it, actually. How could you know I'm afraid of knives?
Lloyd: Easy enough. Something I ran into when I was a child told me something, before I had my Descent.
Interviewer: As in, you're a Nephandi? You're amongst the Fallen?
Lloyd: Yeah. Want to hear what it told me? A hint, buddy-boy. It's a quote from Clive Barker.
Interviewer: Oh, Jesus, please don't kill me, please, God, no, no. Put the knife down, please....
<ten seconds of screaming, then a wet dripping noise>
Lloyd: Well, Bob, it's like this. We're all books of blood. Whenever we're opened, we're red.
Again, we see that some people aren't what they appear to be. Semi-rational conversation, translating to an act of brutality within moments. Lloyd is not the kind of guy who qualifies as 'normal'. Treat like something normal, and he'll flip out in a matter of seconds. Play by his rules when he's in control, and no one gets hurt.