HSG is ridiculously moody, and the success of any sort of interaction with him is up to chance. Talk to him in the morning, he might be terse and non-communicative. Later, he might be playful and sociable. Later still, he may be venomous and hurtful. And, once in a while, well, he just might be the chilliest motherfucker you ever did meet. All of these different moods and habits combine to form a sort of collective person, with the general core qualities of wicked playfulness, subversiveness, a love of the non-conventional and a curious mind. Unfortunately, HSG’s reputation precedes him. Due to the nature of his mood, he’s mostly known for being kind of a ridiculous jerk. He would be the first to agree with this assessment, and also the first to disagree, laying a significant portion of the blame onto those who are too sensitive or those who he feels deserve his ire. He hates hypocrisy, loving to point it out in others, yet being strangely silent about his own faults. The irony is not lost on him, and he frequently, but internally, berates himself for it. A strange mix of self-loathing and self-superiority emerge, leading to conflicting feelings about both his own qualities and those around him. HSG’s policy on what he deems acceptable and unacceptable on a given day puts him at a weird position relative to the others. Something as innocuous as loving the trolls over the kids may set him off, but the craziest porn and most disturbing scenarios don’t at all faze him.
…Yeah, that sounds about right. I’m just going to go ahead and wish I wrote this well.