Just for the record, in case you don't know what this is about, I roleplay. ^_^;

Rules:
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself.

Characters:
1. Ysionris Cidri El Gavotte (Final Fantasy Tactics)
2. Gwendoline Varia El Gavotte (Fire Emblem)
3. Requiem (Megaman Zero)

A. Are you a boy or girl?
Ysionris: Male.
Gwendoline: Female.
Requiem: Designed male.

B. How old are you?
Ysionris: Twenty-two.
Gwendoline: ...Wow. A carnation of my brother who's actually younger than me. *blush*
Ysionris: Do praytell; how many summers has graced your brother in that world?
Gwendoline: Well...he was last twenty-five when I saw him. I myself am twenty-three.
Requiem: I'm two centuries old, actually, but if you count for my latest redesign? Just six years.

C. DO YOU WANT A HUG?
Ysionris: It...truly depends on who.
Gwendoline: *blush*
Requiem: Sure, why not?

D. You got any bad habits?
Ysionris: I fear I've my mind spares me no rest from calculations, weighing advantages against disadvantages, coming up with contingency plans, never leaving a spot to chance. In some ways, 'tis a lifesaver, but there be many who claim me moody and of the belief that the universe is conspiring against me. There also be claims of ruthlessness on my part, as well as a certain gray morality.
Gwendoline: I've a need to maintain an image as High Executor, which is always the first thing in my head during public occasions.
Requiem: Does melting people with my Radiation Wave arm count as a bad habit?

E. Favorite food?
Ysionris: Years on the trail, wandering, has taught me not to be picky. I enjoy Lesalian cuisine, though.
Gwendoline: I have a certain fondness for simple salads, actually. As well as pies...although I can't eat too much of that, I fear.
Requiem: I don't believe Reploids need food.

F. Favorite ice cream flavor?
Ysionris: Vanilla.
Gwendoline: Vanilla.
Requiem: Again, it may be difficult for Reploids to ingest food.

G. Girlfriend?
Ysionris: ...There was Vinh, but...I was never quite sure if she was my girlfriend. But now I have Elena.
Gwendoline: ...Um.
Requiem: *smirks deviously* There was Lady...

H. You a virgin?
Everyone: Yes.
Requiem: Rather hard for a Reploid to be otherwise.

I. Killed anyone?
Ysionris and Gwendoline: Many, although by necessity.
Requiem: All the time, for fun.

J. Hate anyone?
Ysionris: ...My father would say that the word "hate" was an ambiguous term not to be used lightly.
Gwendoline: Not that I can immediately recall.
Requiem: Probably not.

K. Any secrets?
Ysionris: I'm a Gemini Schwartzgeist. But you probably won't understand that.
Gwendoline: *blushes furiously* I...once asked Ysionris to...take me as a bride.
Ysionris: *blink* Truly? I do not recall.
Gwendoline: *blushes even more furiously* No, no, not you! My brother! The, uh, other Ysionris.
Ysionris: Ah...
Requiem: I've provided scientists throughout the ages weapons of mass destruction by challenging them to precisely detach my rapidly regenerating arm without harming the weapons inside.

L. Favorite season?
Ysionris: Autumn.
Gwendoline: Spring.
Requiem: Winter.

M. Who's your best friend?
Ysionris: 'Tis...a question warranting a difficult answer. There are only so many I can trust.
Gwendoline: If it was not due to the sake of noble duties, likely Perren.
Requiem: ...Friends? Hee. Heehee.

N. Hobbies?
Ysionris: I claim training for the violin. I also occasionally train in ninjitsu, assassination, and thievery.
Gwendoline: I sometimes conceal my identity to act on the stage.
Requiem: Blasting buildings for the sake of watching them topple is quite fun.
Gwendoline: ...That's...
Ysionris: With sincerity I pray you be kind enough to give word of your arrival in our city, thank you.

O. Favorite drink?
Ysionris: White or sparkling wine. Word says that I've inherited my mother's inhuman tolerance for alcohol.
Gwendoline: I'm quite fond of milk. My brother would often encourage me to drink it to help my early stinted growth.
Requiem: ...I could probably make a motor oil joke here, can't I?

P. When's your birthday?
Ysionris: May 27, 291 A.L.
Gwendoline: It's...uncertain. There are those who say I was born under the constellation of Libra, however.
Requiem: I fear there is simply no known records to answer that question. Do you really need a birthday for someone more than two hundred years old, anyways?

Q. What age did you die and why?
Ysionris: Death came the moment I was born, the fate of a Gemini Schwartzgeist. How I'm still alive is...a very complicated story involving my parents' consciousness.
Gwendoline: I'm...still alive...?
Requiem: Perhaps I should get this straight here. I am a Reploid who, if you destroyed me with five pounds of plastic explosives, would completely regenerate within about three minutes. Now, logically, I should've died more times than anyone cares about, considering I have been shot at, stabbed, blown up by a grenade, crushed under a skyscraper, put into a massive microwave, and disintegrated by a positron cannon. This, however, has not kept me down, so I'm still here to serve.

R. Are you nice or mean?
Ysionris: I prefer to believe myself as nice when I can and mean when I should.
Gwendoline: I would hope that I am nice.
Requiem: *smiles* I'm still quite polite even when I melt you and overload you with concentrated radiation waves.

S. What's your greatest ambition?
Ysionris: 'Tis my will to instrument the creation of an utopia.
Gwendoline: I've...never had much ambition beyond serving my country.
Ysionris: *teasingly* Mayhap your ambition is to marry your brother?
Gwendoline: *blushes furiously* N-No! That's...a dream, not an ambition! ...W-Wait, no! I mean...!
Requiem: Ambition truly means little when you're immortal. I'm just fond of watching the lifelong movie, really.

T. How many kids do you have?
Everyone: None.
Requiem: It's difficult to bear children when you're virgin and Reploid, hm?

U. What were you known as and who gave you that name?
Ysionris: Bestowed upon me was the title "Ambassador of Roses", he who carried the banner of peace amongst kingdoms in war, one given by those across Ivalice.
Gwendoline: *embarrassed* I was often called the "Gently-Blooming Goddess"...I think the citizens got too carried away in this regard...
Requiem: None. Requiem is quite fine, wouldn't you think?

V. What do you think of Christmas?
Ysionris: An entertaining holiday, if anything else.
Gwendoline: ..."Christmas"...?
Requiem: A fine day for irony to strike when I give unexpected gifts to weapons developers.

W. Any tattoos or piercings? If so, what and where are they?
Everyone: None.
Requiem: Unless, of course, you count how many times I've been cut, stabbed, and impaled. But, of course, that doesn't really count.

X. What would you say is your biggest weakness?
Ysionris: I am not of great physical constitution.
Gwendoline: I constantly believe I have many shortcomings when compared the rest of my family members, who are gone.
Requiem: Successive damage to my body has, through the centuries, created limited anomalies in my nervo-circuits.

Y. Do you enjoy dates?
Ysionris: A date...it...can be fun.
Gwendoline: I've never had one.
Requiem: *grins* Why not?

Z. Most cherished thing you currently own?
Ysionris: The Acierve is a dueling knife that a colleague bestowed upon me as a gift. A truly magnificent blade. Lady Gwendoline's most cherished object is whatever gift my other self, her brother, gave her.
Gwendoline: *blushes* H-Hey!
Requiem: My fedora hat. It's classy, and it's something I can't regenerate, I fear.

And I'm too lazy to tag~