In complete truth, I am not a full representation of any single character in “The Great Gatsby.” Really, my personality is most conspicuous in the incepting indications of Daisy. At first, she is presented as an all loving character; gentle, internally innocent, and, unfortunately, a bit naïve. Her bubbliness and enthusiasm mirror my own, as does her pure contagiously cheerful nature. But as the story continues, her legitimate colors are exposed, revealing that she is materialistic, self-indulgent, and lackadaisical- no traits that resemble me by any means. Actually what I illustrate is the physical portrayal of Daisy’s opening presence, the veneer she embraces in order to conceal her inner nefariousness and narcissistic personality. In a sense,
