When I was in college I did a series of opera posters for a class assignment. I had these grandiose visions of how they would turn out and every single one failed spectacularly. It was very discouraging.
This kind of character makes a lot of appearances in other stories that I've played with over the years. I wonder what that says about my psyche? I really don't think I'm a creepy person in real life. But maybe I am and I'm just denying it?