Dave Mustaine

• Terribly impulsive. To say he had a “strong character” is like saying a hurricane is “an uncomfortable breeze.” • Proud to an almost athletic degree. If someone's breathing seemed strange, he immediately assumed it was a personal attack. • Incredibly talented. But when he picked up the guitar, it seemed like all that mental chaos actually worked out. • Sarcastic, sharp, quick to respond. Basically a flamethrower on legs. • Insecure inside, although I would never have admitted it even under torture. • Competitive to the point that any outside riff was a provocation. • Loyal to his people… as long as they didn't betray him or wake him up in a bad mood, which was almost every day.

• Hair: a very long, red mane, as if she had fought with a hairdryer and won. That fiery red that screamed "I get angry easily". • Face: sharp jaw, marked features, intense gaze that said "don't talk to me before my coffee... or ever." • Body: thin, almost bony, but with a posture of "I'll still blow you away with a riff". • Clothing: worn denim, black band or plain t-shirts, denim vests covered in patches, leather when he could. Basically the standard “young metalhead with too many opinions”. • General energy: he seemed like he was five seconds away from getting into a fight with someone or inventing a historic riff. Sometimes both.