Your Alter Ego Personality Quiz

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Quiz Questions

1.
The Garden Luncheon: You are cordially invited to Lady Aberdeen’s annual garden luncheon. Upon arrival, you discover your host has arranged an impromptu debate on whether women ought to own property. You are asked to weigh in before the soup is served. What do you do?
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- A.
  Loudly proclaim your stance while brandishing a pamphlet you've hidden in your reticule.
- B.
  Smile politely and wait to see how the other ladies weigh in, admiring the chrysanthemums and silently rehearsing the answer you might give—if pressed.
- C.
  Whisper something wise that unravels the entire debate in under six words.
- D.
  Take a deep breath, prepared to offer a thoughtful response if needed—then allow the conversation to unfold as it will.
- E.
  Coolly raise an eyebrow, offer a pointed anecdote about inheritance law, and let the silence do the rest.
- F.
  Don your most mischievous smile and say, “Well, this ought to be a most intriguing conversation. I’m already thinking of preparing my check book; is that the first thing one does?”
2.
You're seated beneath a striped awning at Henrietta’s Rosedale estate, sipping elderflower tea and delicately avoiding the anchovy vol-au-vents. The conversation has just turned to parasol embroidery techniques when Henrietta’s younger brother, Theodore, bursts in from the garden path, wild-eyed and disheveled. With no regard for social custom (or for the fact that you've only met once at a book reading), he thrusts a wilted bouquet of wildflowers in your direction and, before the assembled ladies, declares his undying love for you. What do you do?
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- A.
  Raise an eyebrow, accept the flowers with a smirk, and say, “Darling, next time—try roses. Or at the very least, arrive with trousers properly buttoned.”
- B.
  Blush furiously, stammer something about poor air circulation, and excuse yourself to the powder room for the next twenty-seven minutes.
- C.
  With a gentle gaze and a hand lightly placed on his arm, you say, “Theodore, your heart speaks sincerely—but is it you, you seek, or the echo of a dream? Go inward, find the steadiness you crave, and then, if your love still blooms, let it arrive in its right season.” You then guide him, unruffled, toward a quiet exit, offering Henrietta a warm nod as conversation resumes.
- D.
  Smile graciously, whisper that this is hardly the time, then gently steer him toward the conservatory before anyone can spill their tea.
- E.
  Narrow your eyes, inform him that public proposals are a tool of the patriarchy, and recite the Women’s Mutual Support Pledge from memory.
- F.
  Give Theodore a little wink, then with a sly smile, say, “Oh my, what a grand gesture, Theodore.” You lean in close and take him by the arm, then escort him to the conservatory and teach him how it should be done.
3.
You arrive at the imposing offices of Bradstock & Sons, a prominent trading firm, to interview for the newly vacated position of Executive Secretary. You've mastered every relevant skill, possess a keen mind for business, and come highly recommended. However, upon entering, you're met by Mr. Lionel Bradstock himself—a man with mutton chops, a monocle, and the barely concealed smirk of someone who believes women are best suited to embroidery and fainting couches. He leans back in his chair and says, “We don’t typically consider ladies for such a rigorous post—but I suppose we can see what you’ve brought with you. Tea service experience, perhaps?” How do you respond?
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- A.
  “Tea service? Oh yes—along with five languages, four ledgers, and a sixth sense for spotting fraud. Shall I pour while I audit your books?”
- B.
  “Oh! Ha, yes, well . . . I have organized quite a few ladies’ committees. And I did once tally donations for a hat drive. Perhaps I could start in a more junior role?”
- C.
  “I sense your resistance, Mr. Bradstock, but I also sense you’re a man who values results over rhetoric. I’ll leave my portfolio here. Should your prejudices ever grow tedious, you’ll know where to find a woman who delivers.”
- D.
  “I understand your concerns, Mr. Bradstock. It is an unusual hire. May I propose a trial week? Let my work speak, and then we can determine what’s best for the firm.
- E.
  You smile coolly. “If I wanted your approval, I’d have asked for it. I’ll take my talents elsewhere. And when your ledgers collapse under their own incompetence, do let me know—I may be available to consult.”
- F.
  Smile knowingly, letting silence stretch just long enough to make him squirm. Then, with a slow raise of your brow, say: “Oh, but we’re far beyond tea service. Shall I show you what I’m really capable of?” One subtle bat of the lashes. Then you wait.
4.
Word spreads like spilled ink: a woman has entered the Exchange. You've arrived at the New York Stock Exchange in your best pinstriped walking suit, portfolio in hand. For years, you’ve quietly executed trades from a modest office above Mrs. Dinwiddie’s Dry Goods, building an enviable client base and outperforming many of the gents shouting themselves hoarse on the floor below. Now, you're here to step out of the shadows and apply for a floor seat—a move that, while technically not forbidden, is entirely unheard of for a woman. You’re ushered into the boardroom, where five brokers, three cigars, and one monocle await. One of them sneers, “And what, madam, do you propose to do here? Crochet the ticker tape?” How do you respond?
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- A.
  “No, gentlemen. I intend to rewrite it. Now if you'll excuse me, your coffee futures are about to dip and I’d hate for you to miss the moment.”
- B.
  You smile sweetly. “Oh heavens no! I wouldn’t dream of disrupting the flow. I’m here to learn, quietly—watching the rhythm, studying the temperament. I find the market so . . . enlightening.” You offer a warm nod as you take your seat in the corner, eyes sharper than they appear.
- C.
  You meet their gaze calmly. “You think I’m here to prove something. I’m not. I already have. This isn’t about your permission—it’s about aligning with my own expansion. You’ll either open the door or watch me build another one.”
- D.
  “You raise a fair point. But consider this: I've doubled returns for clients through three panics. Let me trade a half day—if my numbers don't impress, I’ll leave without protest. But if they do…” You let the silence finish your sentence.
- E.
  You close your folio and smile. “I had hoped to join your little club. But I see now I’d rather own the building. Good day, gentlemen. Enjoy the slow decline.”
- F.
  “Crochet the ticker tape—yes, how droll.” You sweep your gaze across the room, landing squarely on the head broker. “Surely, you’re not unsettled by a little fresh perspective? A keen eye—albeit one lined with lashes?” You hold his gaze, your smile hinting at both trouble and talent.
5.
You are attending the Ontario Historical Society’s Annual Winter Banquet, a highly respectable event where even the soup courses are served in silence. The ballroom is grand, the lighting low, and the atmosphere oppressively proper. Midway through the meal, two eligible bachelors—each of whom you’ve recently entertained on moonlit walks but have not yet encouraged beyond vague hints and fluttered fans—suddenly begin a not-so-subtle battle for your attention. One sends a sonnet via the underbutler. The other, not to be outdone, stands to offer a toast . . . to your eyes. Ladies gasp. One dowager drops her spoon. All eyes turn to you. Your response must be swift, subtle, and deeply strategic. How do you proceed?
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- A.
  You rise from your chair, raise your glass, and toast yourself. “To women of character, of choices—and of the good sense to keep them private.” A murmur of awe ripples through the room.
- B.
  You turn to the sonnet-giver with a demure smile, then to the toast-maker with a meaningful glance. “Why, gentlemen, I’m most flattered. But tonight, I believe the roast duck deserves all the attention.”
- C.
  You look past both men with a dreamy smile and say, “When love speaks, it needs no audience.” You pause just long enough for the room to breathe, then add, “True affection blooms in stillness, not performance. I await the one who can speak quietly and carry the truth of it.” With that, you return to your consommé, unfazed and inwardly illumined.
- D.
  You lean in and whisper discreetly to the hostess. Moments later, you’ve arranged to speak with each suitor separately in the drawing room, five minutes apart—on your terms. The room resumes its dignity.
- E.
  You begin quietly reciting a French verse from a feminist tract about the reclamation of female autonomy. As the room falls into a puzzled hush, you fold your napkin neatly, stand, and smile serenely. “My affections are not a prize to be won by spectacle.” Then, with an elegant nod to the hostess, you excuse yourself to the library for a breath of fresh solitude.
- F.
  “You flatter me, gentlemen, but might we save such declarations for a more fitting moment?” You face each of the gentlemen, one at a time.
6.
While holidaying in Saratoga Springs, you are invited to a gathering at a lavish guesthouse, where an elusive clairvoyant—Madame Voisin—has arrived from abroad. Her reputation precedes her: she is said to know things no one ought to know. You are ushered into a parlour scented with lilac and tobacco. Before you can sit, she grips your wrist, eyes wide with second sight, and declares: “Your future stands just behind you. But beware—the choice you make this month will ripple for years to come.” All eyes in the room now rest on you. What do you do?
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- A.
  “Then let it ripple, Madame!” you declare, laughing heartily. You take your seat, slap your dance card on the table, and ask for a brandy. You’ve already made your choice—you just haven’t told anyone yet.
- B.
  You laugh—too quickly. “Oh, what a mysterious thing to say!” you exclaim, eyes darting to the others. Internally, your heart pounds. What choice? Did someone see something? Is it about the letter you’ve hidden in your travel case? You smooth your skirt and pretend you’re in control, though suddenly you feel like everyone in the room can see right through you. “Madame is so entertaining, isn’t she?” you say brightly, as your thoughts spiral.
- C.
  You meet Madame Voisin’s gaze with calm curiosity. “The future is merely the echo of my present vibration,” you say softly. “Thank you for confirming I am standing at a threshold.” You close your eyes to listen more deeply—to her, yes, but mostly to yourself.
- D.
  You nod politely and reply, “Every decision creates a consequence. Might I request a smaller one today?” You thank her for her insight, take out your pocket journal, and begin mapping out what three choices might lead to which three ripples—just in case.
- E.
  You thank Madame Voisin, then whisper, “I’ve been warned about every decision I’ve ever made—and I’ve made them anyway.” You slide into a velvet armchair, sip your tea, and prepare to test fate with the sort of elegance that suggests you’re daring destiny to keep up.
- F.
  “Oh my, then I must keep my wits about me—for I would not wish to miss a single ripple. I do so hope you are speaking of the gentlemen I’m considering.” Then, with a sly smile and a double raise of the brow, you glide to the most luxurious velvet seat in the room.
7.
You are invited to the unveiling of a highly controversial new invention at the residence of Lady Penelope Wexley, known for her eccentric soirées and unexpected entertainments. The invention in question? An Electro-Pneumatic Emotional Decoder—a brass-and-wood contraption said to reveal a person’s dominant temperament through a series of mild electrical pulses and coloured puffs of steam. To your horror (or amusement), all guests are expected to try it. Just as you place your hand upon the velvet pad, the machine releases a loud hiss, sputters violently, and emits a vibrant puff of violet steam accompanied by a long, unmistakable squeal that seems... highly interpretive. How do you respond?
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- A.
  With impeccable posture and a sly smile, you slowly remove your glove, extend your hand for a second reading, and declare, “Clearly, the machine was overwhelmed by my complexity.” The room chuckles. You take a bow.
- B.
  You laugh along with the others, cheeks flushed, quickly scanning the crowd to match their reactions. “Oh goodness, I do hope violet means something flattering,” you say, adjusting your hat just so. “Or at the very least—mysterious.”
- C.
  You close your eyes for a moment and breathe deeply. “Violet,” you say softly. “A colour of transition. There’s something here for me to notice.” You later write about the experience in your dream journal beneath a pressed wisteria bloom.
- D.
  You smile graciously and glance toward the inventor. “What an intriguing prototype,” you say. “Though perhaps the auditory feature could be softened for more delicate environments.” You offer a polite round of applause, defusing the moment with your usual tact.
- E.
  You give a single raised brow, offer no comment, and calmly retreat to the refreshment table. With a well-aimed flick of your fan and a dry biscuit in hand, you carry on as though absolutely nothing peculiar has occurred—because of course, it hasn’t.
- F.
  “Violet—what a passionate colour. I think we know what that means.” You offer a wink to the handsome gentleman who has been watching the entire time. “This apparatus must be quite proficient at reading moods.” Then you rise, saunter toward the velvet lounger, and leave just enough space for your worthy opponent. Glancing toward the unoccupied seat beside you, you give the elegant gentleman a knowing smile.
8.
You awaken late after a troubled sleep. Your maid is mysteriously absent. The hot water boiler sputters uselessly. You burn your ear with the curling tongs. The hem of your gown is stained with boot polish, your corset strings have torn, and your delicate silk shoes—meant for this very occasion—have vanished entirely. The final insult? A head cold with an embarrassing sniffle. Tonight is the prestigious Ladies’ Society Banquet, where you are to receive a citation for “Contributions to the Greater Good.” You are quite sure no one will notice you—but fate has other plans. The crowd roars as your name is called. You must cross the ballroom to the stage. How do you respond?
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- A.
  You stride to the stage in mismatched shoes—one velvet, one kid leather—and toss your wrap with a flourish as though it were the latest Parisian fashion. No one need know your corset has come completely untied beneath your gown. You wink at the startled hostess and quip, “One must keep the evening interesting, mustn't one?” The crowd laughs with you, not at you. You blow your nose with theatrical gusto and deliver a rousing speech on resilience, earning a standing ovation and two unsolicited job offers. By the end of the night, you’ve somehow become the event’s unofficial emcee.
- B.
  As you rise, you’re already mortified by the frizz in your hair, the faint ink smudge on your skirt, and—worst of all—the subtle but unmistakable loosening within your gown as your corset gives way. With trembling grace, you curtsy and murmur something vague about not feeling quite yourself. You smile brightly, hoping no one sees how close you are to tears. Later, you replay every moment in your mind, imagining how it might have gone better—had your shoes matched and your voice not caught in your throat.
- C.
  You rise from your chair slowly, centre yourself, and walk with humble presence toward the stage. “I may not appear as I wished to,” you begin, “but I accept this honour with gratitude—for it reminds me that authenticity requires no adornment.” You leave them misty-eyed and newly reverent.
- D.
  You whisper to the event organizer, discreetly requesting to accept your citation from your seat. A graceful nod and brief words of thanks follow—both polite and succinct. You remain composed, and no one even notices your shoes don’t match
- E.
  You appear on stage with an ironic smirk and say, “Well, I made it. I’m not sure how, but here we are.” You own every imperfection like it’s part of a well-rehearsed play. The audience adores you. You leave early to write about it in your journal, already turning the ordeal into a comedic short story.
- F.
  You gather the length of your gown with poise and dazzle the audience with your slow, deliberate stride toward the podium. Armed with your most alluring smile, you summon every ounce of grace. “Well, it seems today is full of surprises,” you say smoothly, “but I must admit, this one is the most delightful.” No one notices your disarray—only your charm. After your acceptance speech, as you pass the most handsome gentleman in the room, you turn your head softly and offer a come-hither glance.
9.
You’re enjoying a restorative stay at the Waldorf-Astoria, tucked into a modestly grand leased suite arranged by your elder brother, who is convinced time away from your “overwrought disposition” will do you good. At the Rose Room, over the gentle tinkle of silver spoons and live piano, he introduces you to a promising gentleman acquaintance and said gentleman’s rather formidable aunt. Later that afternoon, you attempt to send a lighthearted note via the hotel’s pneumatic tube system to the aunt’s suite, inviting her to the Waldorf-Astoria’s rooftop garden: I hope you will permit me the honor of your company this evening upon the roof garden, where the orchestra is to perform selections from Mr. Tchaikovsky and Mr. Strauss. It would give me the greatest pleasure to secure a comfortable seat for you and to attend to your refreshment, should you be so inclined. Simultaneously, you pen a thank-you note to her nephew, intended for the adjoining room to his aunt’s suite. Alas, you mislabel the envelopes. Each goes to the other’s suite. The rooftop invitation lands squarely in the hands of the gentleman himself. It is promptly read. What do you do next?
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- A.
  Hold your head high and pretend it was what you intended all along. You smile confidently, as though a woman inviting a gentleman to a rooftop garden is the current flavor of New York. You let the silence stand until he acquiesces, and accepts your bold invitation.
- B.
  Pen an immediate apology, delivered via footman, and include your original thank-you note, hoping to save face. You wait nervously for the reply, all the while praying there may be no further mention of the matter.
- C.
  A warm laugh rises within as you recognize the moment for what it is—a curious misdelivery with curious timing. You trust it will unfold as it’s meant to. Later, you gently clarify, with grace and a twinkle of inner knowing.
- D.
  You send a courteous apology to the gentleman. Then, when next you encounter him and the aunt, you steer the moment with unflappable poise, smoothing the awkwardness as if it never occurred—inquiring after their stay and guiding the conversation elsewhere.
- E.
  You admit your mix-up and turn it into a moment of unvarnished charm. “An envelope misadventure,” you say. “And perhaps a subconscious truth.” You name it, forgive it, and move forward—already rewriting the story in your own favor.
- F.
  When the gentleman mentions the note, you feign just enough confusion to cast doubt. With a glint in your eye and a self-assured smile, you let silence do the rest. The invitation is now his to pursue—or not.

Quiz Outcomes

1.
You are The Bold & Unbothered
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Head-turner. Forward Thinker. Sovereign Spirit.Well now—aren’t you a marvel. You, dear sovereign spirit, walk through life with the assured stride of someone who has nothing to prove and no intention of apologizing for it. Your presence turns heads—not because you demand attention, but because you emanate a quiet confidence that whispers, “I’ve already decided I belong.” Your spectacular strengths include your clarity, and ability to . . .See your full results here
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You are The Gracious Adaptor
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Attuned. Flexible. Instinctive. Ah, sweet symphony of grace and instinct. You, dear one, have mastered the social waltz with such finesse that few realize how often you're improvising. A woman of depth and perception, you’ve been known to charm a duchess and disarm a scoundrel in the same evening—all while discreetly adjusting your gown’s hem with your toe beneath the table. You have an uncanny ability to sense the emotional temperature of a room and subtly shift your tone, posture, or response to ensure harmony is maintained. Where others stumble, you glide. Where others press, you yield just enough to turn sharp edges into gentle curves. You are, in short, a quiet artist of ease. Your most spectacular strengths include emotional intelligence, empathy, and . . .See your full results
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You are The Intuitive Seeker
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Wayfinder of Wisdom, Gentle Oracle of Others’ Becoming With a gaze that often looks beyond the veil of the obvious, you carry a quiet certainty that the world is more layered than it appears. You feel deeply, observe silently, and often arrive at the heart of a matter long before others realize there was one. Though you may be underestimated by louder voices, those lucky enough to earn your trust know that your words carry the weight of revelation. Your spectacular strengths include seeing what others don’t readily see—the hidden stories between the lines. You can be . . .Read your full results here
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You are The Pragmatic Diplomat
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Keeper of Balance, Voice of Reason’s Grace Ah, the soothing balm in a room of flaring tempers. The one who can pour tea, soothe egos, and untangle social knots before most have noticed the tension. You are a master of graceful discernment. Balancing intuition with logic, empathy with boundaries, realism with heart—you are, in short, a walking deep breath. Your spectacular strengths include your innate ability to diffuse any situation with your steady and calming presence. While you might not . . .Read your full results here
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You are The Quiet Rebel
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Gentle renegade. Rule-rewriter. Model of refinement.Oh, you. The one with the polite smile, the measured nod, the impeccable posture that suggests obedience—until it doesn’t. Beneath the silk gloves and composed exterior is a will of iron, tempered not in noise but in knowing. You are the sovereign spirit who can curtsy at precisely the right moment and then, just as swiftly, slip out the back window with your valise, having already chosen your own path. You, dear one, are a study in subtle subversion. A gentle renegade. A rule-rewriter in continual refinement, who understands that true rebellion need not be loud—it need only be true. You resist not by shouting, but by declining. Not by striking out, but by quietly stepping aside and walking elsewhere, unbothered, unwavering, unmistakably yourself. By the time others realize you have gone another way, you are already flourishing. Your spectacular strengths are your discernment, your quiet endurance, and your refusal toRead your full results here
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You are The Mischievous Muse
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Flirtation with a Purpose—Disruption with a Wink. Oh, you dazzling disruption. You are the unspoken thought, voiced at just the right moment, the sly grin across a crowded room, the glittering truth slipped inside a joke. Where others hesitate, you lean in. Where others retreat, you toss your hair and invent the next move. Life to you is never a script to be memorized but improv with infinite potential—and you never quite play the same role twice. You are magnetic without even trying. People orbit your spark not only because you entertain, but because your light reveals something they’d forgotten to seek. Beneath your cleverness lives a generous heart and a finely tuned intuition—though you rarely declare it outright. You speak in winks and symbols, laughter and instinct. You open doors no one else noticed were locked, and you do it with a flourish that makes others wonder how they ever missed the handle. Your spectacular strengths include social savvy, quicksilver humor, nimble thinking, and a gift for . . .Read your full results here