Name Given at Birth:
"Dustpan Dirty Clean"
Nicknames: Duspan, Dustbin
Hometown or where you were born: "Dirty Clean Clean, Duspan Clean…" Know not, I know not my hometown, nor my place of birth. However, just between the two of us, I have a strange birthmark on my chest. It has always made me dream of a far away land where I feel I once belonged.
Current Residence: "Clean-dirty…" Canterbury… Although I am not a formal resident, as the only home I have are in the trees above. They provide ample shelter for most weather. During the winter however, I take shelter below ground in the "Dirty Clean" cave -- with my best friend, Myron.
Age: "Duspan Clean Clean Dirty Clean…" I believe I came into being in the winter season of 1514… or perhaps not! <chuckles> However, that is the period that comes to mind when I close my eyes pondering this ‘age-old’ question. (Hee!)
Class: "Duspan Clean Dirty~" I suppose one would classify me as a beggar~ Although, I really do not enjoy that term, nor do I enjoy the act thereof.
What do you do, your main function in life/society: "Clean, Duspan Clean." I clean footwear, and messes that dirty open areas.
Have you ever gone skinny-dipping / do you know how to swim: "Dirty Clean Clean?..." Swim? Of course I can! I often swim through pits of mud to keep my endurance strong.
Do you make fun of people: "Diiirty … Duspan Clean!" Of course not … I make fun with them! <chuckles>
Favorite Color: "…Clean? Dirty Clean, Master Clean …" <blink-blinks> Color? I never quite understood what that looks like. Everything appears the same to me!
Have you ever committed or been convicted of a crime: "Dirty … Dirty, Master Duspan Clean Clean…" No… Although, I once had my fortune told by a gypsy from far away lands… <twitches> I listened to her in a skeptical manner, and took the whole thing with a grain of salt. This fortunetelling gypsy foresaw and warned of great impending danger in the form of a terrible curse that will plague future generations. Including my supposed grandson, which will consequently cause him to be falsely accused and arrested for treason! Grandchild!? Well… Considering I have never met a woman that I have even remotely felt something special for, I highly doubt I will ever see a child! Much less a grandchild! <sighs heavily> Great, now I am all wound up... I want my two pennies back…
Closest friends/How did you meet: Myron; When I first found my way to Canterbury it was late fall, and winter was beginning to settle in. I was all alone, exhausted, and starving. Things looked grim, I was delirious from thirst and staggering with each step. Unable to go on any further, I collapsed onto the ground below a tall old tree. Tears streamed down my face as my vision began to fade -- I was sure this was it … That I was at my end… My eyes blurred more and more, and as I was inhaling my final breath I noticed a small, blurry figure high up in the tree. I closed my eyes with a smile, knowing that my guardian angel had arrived at last. Slowly, I opened my eyes one more time to catch a last glimpse of my guardian. It was at that moment I realized my guardian angel did not have any wings, and was in fact much closer than a moment bef--<CRASH!!> All of a sudden burst of insurmountable pain surged through my body as I was jolted back to my senses! I was awake, conscious, and most importantly, alive! What caused this? What happened? I looked to my feet and saw an unconscious boy about my age. Next to him sat a sack of apples, which I immediately devoured to satisfy my immense hunger. The boy was out cold for a couple days, but I tended to his wounds until he finally awakened. I asked him his name, but nothing came out of his mouth. He appeared unable to speak, instead expressed his feelings with gestures. Through which I came to learn his name, Myron. I thanked him for saving my life, though he didn’t quite understand what I was talking about. He said the last thing he recalled was climbing a tree to pick a few late-seasoned apples before winter. I told him he fell, but by some twist of fate I happened to be there to break his fall, consequently breaking my death. I asked him if he could recall anything other than his name, unfortunately it seems the bump on his head had a rather severe effect on his memory. So after all that happened, I asked him if he had a place to stay – he just kind of fell to the ground, implying he sleeps wherever. With winter on the horizon, I suggested we make a place for ourselves to call home. Myron tilted his head, as if inquiring where to begin. I stopped for a moment, looked around observantly. Suddenly I laid eyes upon a large bear and its cubs moseying on into a cave. After a few seconds it hit me! I shouted "Ah-hah!" and quickly turned to Myron, he was gone. No, wait! There he was – in the ground, shaking. I exasperatingly asked what he was doing down there. When he realized there was no danger, he slowly ascended from the newly formed pit. I grinned and complimented him. You have the idea! He stared at me, tilting his head again. Let us begin here! We will dig a cave to call our own! Myron’s eyes widened as if just coming to a realization. I began digging with my hands, shortly after, with a slight bit of reluctance, Myron joined me. We dug for many days on end, uncovering many great treasures along the way, until finally it was finished. Except for one last touch, it needed a name! I contemplated for awhile, until it hit me! That is, a dirt ball that Myron threw at my head to break me out of my daze. "Dirty Clean!" I exclaimed. Myron paused for a moment before giving me an inquisitive look. I told him the name of the cave will be "Dirty Clean". He slowly nodded in affirmation.
One Pillow or two: "Clean Clean Dirty … Clean…" Either or, sometimes both… <grins> Arms that is, not as fluffy, just as comfy!
Pets: "Duspan!" Dustpan, whom I named after myself. He is one of the treasures I excavated from Clean Dirty cave. Since then we have begun cleaning various messes we encounter daily.
Favorite Type of Music: "Clean Clean … Duspan Clean..." Let us see … I would have to say it is the sound of nature. The chirping of birds in the morning as the sun slowly rises over the horizon, awakening the world around us from the deep slumber of the night.
Hobbies/Pastimes: "Duspan Clean Dirty, Master Clean…" <eyes gleam> I enjoy all sorts of things! Mimicking life around me for instance – by that I mean attempt to do the same things as the townsfolk. From tailoring my own garments, to smithing my own equipment -- even cooking!
Personal Hygiene: "Clean~ Duspan Clean!" Cleanly~ I am very cleanly, that is, as cleanly as I can be considering my lifestyle!
Favorite Food: "Duspan Clean Clean Dirty…" Oranges! The sour taste that squirts into my mouth is most invigorating. I could easily consume an entire tree full in a day, if I did not limit myself.
Are your parents alive, do you get along with them: "Dirty Clean, Duspan…" Alive! …I do hope… I can not say for certain, but I would like to think they are, so that I might meet them someday and learn more about my origin…
If your parents are dead, when and how did they die: "Duspan, Clean Dirty…" As I said, I know not whether they be alive or dead. I can only hope for the best.
Favorite place to relax: "Duspan Dirty Clean, Clean Clean…" Anywhere can be equally relaxing for me, depending on how tired I am. Though I suppose I do enjoy being perched high atop trees! The view from above is most beautifully breathtaking.
Favorite Holy Day / Why: "Clean Clean, Dirty Clean..." I definitely prefer the holy day. There is nothing quite like a rainbow as the sun peeks through the clouds after a gentle shower.
Favorite Drink: "Dirty Clean~" I do obtain a quench to my thirst like none other when I consume large quantities of water. However, I have been known at times to mix my drink a bit with a pinch of mud. It adds a unique flavor to the mix.
What's your bedtime: "Duspan Clean Dirty, Dirty Clean…" Whenever I feel fatigued and can no longer keep my eyes open. This is sometimes not for days.
What, if anything, do you usually wear on your feet: "Dirty Clean Dirty…" Usually I dart around barefoot, as I enjoy sinking my toes into the cool grass on a hot summer day. However, in the winter I wear sandals I crafted with some old rope I found while excavating Dirty Clean cave.
Are you married or single: "Duspan Dirty… Clean Clean…" As I mentioned before, there is no significant other in my life yet, and probably never will be. <mumble-grunts> Foolish gypsy, who does she think she is, anyway…?
Do you have a family / who are they: "Dirty Clean Clean… Dirty, Master Clean…" <frowns> I know not, I mean obviously at some point I did or I would not be here… <snickers> According to that traveling gypsy however, I will supposedly have a grandchild… <shrugs> Those aside, I consider Myron to be my family.
Favorite Entertainment: "Duspan Clean Dirty…" I enjoy wandering outdoors, especially at night when the stars are shining brightly next to the giant radiant pearl illuminating the darkened skies.
Favorite Subject in School or Chore growing up: "Duspan Clean Dirty…" Cleaning has always been something I have enjoyed doing.
Least Favorite Subject in School or Chore growing up: "Dirty Clean Duspan…" However, becoming filthy afterwards has always been a significant drawback. Though, I am slowly growing attached to dirt, as it has proven useful under many circumstances.
Favorite Sport: "Duspan Clean Master Clean…" I enjoy having various competitions with Myron, such pet races between Duspan and Johnathan James Johannes Sebbastian, in addition to mud-swimming, and mud-ball duels! (Although Myron usually pummels me in mud-ball.)
Most Humiliating Moment: "Duspan Clean Master …" One time I gave Myron an apple as a present, eager to eat he tossed it in his mouth without a glance – a few seconds later he spat the chunks out which landed on my face… He raised his hands into the air, as if questioning why. I did not quite understand what was so rotten about the apple. It looked unique from the ones he usually ate, so I thought he would enjoy it; just as he enjoys all apples, except for those mythical ‘green’ apples. I have yet to encounter one of them.
Proudest Moment: "Duspan Clean Dirty Clean…" Perhaps the time Myron and I finished Dirty Clean cave. That was sure quite a task! It has most certainly paid off, thankfully.
Craziest Person or silliest you know: "Clean … ! Master Clean Dirty~!" Hmmm … ! Oh! Lady Andrew Genis! Absolutely the most questionable, but fun loving person I have ever encountered. He often confuses others, including myself, with his uniquely outrageous garments. <smiles> However, I have enormous amounts of fun when he is around, although I know very little about him. We just recently met while I was cleaning Dirty Clean cave. He wandered inside, snuck up behind me, and shouted "There you are my little puppy! I have been looking everywhere for you!" before huggling me from behind with great enthusiasm. Myron walked in on the scene, completely taken aback. When Lady Andrew Genis laid eyes upon Myron he squealed with delight, dropped me, and dashed over to Myron, squeezing him tightly while letting out a cry of joy "Oh at last, my little kitty! This is happy day for me! I have finally found lost puppy and kitty!" Needless to say, the three of us got along very well! Although Myron seems to be confused as to whether or not Lady Andrew Genis is a boy or girl.
What do you look for in the opposite sex: "Duspan… Dirty Clean, Clean..." I… have never thought about that. I guess you could say I look not for anything in particular… Rather, I feel when the time is right, I will connect with the person I am destined for -- if there is truly someone out there for me… <sigh> [Come to think of it, ever since that encounter with the fortuneteller, I have had a strange feeling deep in my heart. As if something dear had been realized and awakened. I wonder if it is a sign… No, no. What am I thinking? That gypsy was just speaking rubbish!]
In our Hierarchical Society everybody has somebody "over" them, Who is your immediate "overlord": "Master…? Dirty Clean…" Overlord…? I know no one like that, although Myron seems to refer to masters of some sort a lot. Perhaps you should try asking him.
Favorite Sport to watch: "Dirty, Duspan Clean Dirty…" None, I prefer to partake in such events. Although I do like to observe nature around us, as well as spend days following wildlife around. By living their ways, I form a better understanding their lives.
Do you remember your first kiss: "Dirty! Duspan Dirty Clean…" Of course not! I already told you there has never been anyone I have found my heart grow fond towards as of yet.
Do you keep in touch with your childhood friends: "Dirty, Duspan Clean Master…" No, the only friend I have in arm’s reach at present is Myron.
Where is your favorite "Vacation" spot: "Duspan Clean Clean?..." My favorite spot? Well, honestly, I make the most of every place I get a chance to relax in. It helps the days go by much easier.
Have you ever been overseas: "Duspan Dirty Clean... Dirty Clean…" I doubt it, but as I mentioned earlier – the far away land I frequent in dreams seems as if it would surely be across a great distance such as the sea.
Do you have Dirt/Mud floors or Stone: "Dirty Clean Clean Dirty!..." Dirty Clean has both! However, I only sleep there in the winter. Otherwise I find the stiff, rough bark of a tree to be comfortable enough.
What is your bed made of: "Clean… Dirty Clean Duspan Clean…" Well, in Dirty Clean cave I have an old fallen tree that was split in half during a terrible storm last season. It makes a good bed, as well as table. It is quite large and can accommodate both at the same time! Plus it reminds me of trees, which also reminds me – Myron and I have been trying to plant a tree inside Dirty Clean for awhile now, but we are unable to convince it to grow thus far.
How many people sleep in your bed: "Duspan, Duspan, Master, Master Clean Clean Clean Dirty Clean…" Me, Duspan, Myron, and Johnathan James Johannes Sebbastian the III.
10 Things Everybody Should Know About Me:
"Duspan Clean Dirty." I enjoy cleaning things, from Dirty Clean cave to the streets and villagers of Canterbury.
"Duspan Clean Master." Myron is my best friend. We saved each others lives.
"Duspan Duspan Clean." I like to undertake challenging tasks to the best of my ability, such as those performed by the villagers.
"Duspan Clean Dirty-Clean." I wound up in Canterbury one day after a long, arduous journey which nearly cost me my life.
"Duspan Duspan Dirty Clean." I enjoy listening to anything anyone has to say, as well as reciprocate my thoughts and feelings on that particular matter.
"Duspan Clean Clean." I have few friends, aside from Myron and more recently Lady Andrew Genis.
"Duspan Dirty Clean." I wish others would pick up after themselves, instead of throwing their waste into the streets. It is especially most unpleasant to be in the path of things falling. Except Myron, that saved my life.
"Duspan Dirty Clean-Clean." I have a unique birthmark on my chest.
"Duspan Clean Master-Clean." I believe I am from a far away land.
"Duspan Thanku Clean Thanku." A gypsy fortuneteller once foretold of a great impending curse that often occupies my thoughts despite my disbelief.