I beat some guy on the ground after he stabbed me with a screwdriver. I broke my fingers in the process.

Seek psychiatric help.

Afterwards, pat yourself on the back.

I never give up on anything. ''Ever.'' Suffice it to say that when I say I'm determined to do something, that thing will be done. ManlyTears have been shed in my efforts.

I'm trying to become this in my academics. Otherwise, I'm like this in video games, like [=RPGs=]. 50 hp left and no items? Keep fighting!

I'm not sure if this really counts, but this troper and friends were playing hide and seek when I was around twelve. Now, I was in a pretty bad mood, so when I found all of said friends hiding inside a large shack behind locked doors, he nearly tore it down to get to them. Luckily the door is still intact due to my remembering the consequences and them opening the door. Then again, breaking down the door wouldn't have been a fairly ''difficult'', and I'd been stopped, but it still counts right?

My granddad at the age of twelve jumped on a bus to New York without anyone knowing and came back ''just to get a cup of coffee.'' he dropped out of high school at fourteen to help his parents pay the bills be ''hauling bricks up the sides of skyscrapers. My dad has followed in his footsteps to help put me and my brothers through school, and is physically incapable of breaking a promise no matter how stupid or insignificant. I have inherited the trait as well, and hopefully I'll have little Determinator kids someday. (To avoid it being an InformedTrait I should tell you that I traversed 300 miles in a massive behemoth of a vehicle with a max speed of 100 MPH... in two hours. My willpower and that of my friends> relativity physics).

This Troper definitely falls into this category in all aspects of her life.

I'm a fairly laid back man. I'm a real-life GentleGiant, a pacifist (unless you throw the first punch, in which case I'll fight dirty. Never said I wont defend myself), and pretty much the nicest guy in the tri-state area. My best friend is so amazed by my personality that he's convinced, using KingdomHearts terminology, that I'm all Light and I have no shadow whatsoever. But you do not. You do NOT...threaten my friends, or my girl. If you bring either one harm, I will not stop until you pay for what you have done. I will not be placated. I will not be bribed. I will not be convinced. You will pay, and it will be terrible. If you raise so much as a finger to anyone I care about, limbs will be broken.

Well hopefully you'll marry (and keep married to) your girl and keep in touch with all your friends, or you're gonna read this 20 years down the line and have a good laugh, eh? Of course, this goes for everyone. Most people (especially those living in the modern world) are never going to face a big crisis involving a tangible enemy.

This troper's BadassCreed is "Want me to commit to a goal? Tell me to quit. I can make the choice to give up, but I'll be damned if anyone makes it for me."

Similar to me, though I just do it internally. My guidance councilor informed me, right before the final for basic physics, that I was likely to fail AP physics the next year if my then-current grades were any prediction. Fast forward a little less than one year, and I am on the only team in our class to make it to the finals for the Team America Rocketry Competition. Fast forward another month, and I received the highest possible score on my AP exam. I then walked up to my councilor, and said to him "Just who the hell do you think I am?"

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My Dad is like this. He makes a promise to you, and the laws of physics wouldn't stop him from keeping it. I like to think I have this, too.

This Troper combines a deep inner determinator instinct with a Social Anxiety Disorder. The desire to go full throttle all the time conflicting with a fear of other people's judging me leaves me in a near-constant state of uncertainty and emotional confliction but god help you when the social anxiety goes away because of either a sizable adrenalin rush or a push of my berserk button.

Wow, ditto for 45}} this troper!

This troper has a friend that did one of those no chair lean backs on the wall at fat camp this year. She stayed up there for FIVE minutes with both arms above her head and one leg in the air. From the back you could tell that it was pure agony for her and she did this just so that our team could win that part of the games we were doing that night. She won and afterwards couldn't walk for at least half an hour. The only thing that kept her going was pure luck and determination.

This troper is rarely considered to be a Determinator, but when she is, it's for relatively small things. Even when she walks away form it, she is still planning on how to do whatever the thing is. Basically, if she says she will do something (with actual feeling and not usual lazy ass saying it), it doesn't matter how long or how she does it, SHE WILL GET IT DONE. For example, she had to run a mile in under 15-20 minutes. Keep in mind that she has almost no stamina and running capability. She managed to continue going at a reasonable pace while her lungs were on fire, hyperventilating and slowly blacking out. She tripped, fell, couldn't see a thing and soon as she managed to get a bit of sight back, she finished it with 4 minutes to spare. Her greatest accomplishment sadly...

This troper has always been like this over video games; more so when he was younger (Back in the days he did not accept failure easily). If I failed to beat a boss or a challenge in a game, I'd keep at it however long it took before I beat it (This being ridiculed by my older sister, who often made comments like "At least I know when to quit when a game gets tough, unlike my brother; who'll keep at it until he breaks something in rage").

When we are on the topic of video games, This Troper played this trope as straight as possible when playing [=SmackDown=] vs. RAW 2008. In a mean streak I decided to play Kelly Kelly against The Undertaker. To even the odds, I took the ability Showman (allowing you to copy your opponents {{Finishing Move}}) and had Tommy Dreamer as my manager. The latter got himself extremely fast banned from ringside. But seeing as I went already some minutes without getting beaten, he took the challenge seriously and fought with everything he got and despite Taker slamming, punishing, kicking, punching and so on and her being completely red everywhere, the "Phenom" could not pin her, because this troper pushed buttons like his life would depend on it. And after reversing the Tombstone Piledriver, Kelly got the fourth Tombstone Piledriver of her own through, actually pinning that monster.

This troper has an iron will. He recently (starting in January 2008 as a New Year's resolution) put it to good use losing 110 pounds and ''keeping it all off for a year''. He also channels his {{Determinator}} status into writing term papers- one of which was a 32-page long independent study on BoysLove (which got an A, BTW). Just suffice it to say that he can do anything he puts his mind to.

This Troper fondly recalls her girlfriend saying her best quality is the fact that no matter what, I always say "I can do it!" To humorous and sometimes epic effect. If I give up, it's because I absolutely cannot keep my attention focused on it, but I usually at least try to come back to it later. The one exception being Siddhartha. Goddamn that book.

It took this troper a whole autmn and winter to refresh her math to pass her GED test. There were some times where she felt like giving it all up because it was too hard to comprehend. Fast forward to June of 2009. She walked into the testing room with he head high and walking strong. She sat down and got the test over with. That evening, her mother pulled up her scores. She passed with flying colors. Her determiation payed off 100%.

Me? I find it rather hard to commit myself to anything. But once I do, my commitment is unshakable.

This troper once walked an hour and a half in the snow to his high school (which is on the opposite end of the school district from his house)...to take a Psychology final. (It counted for a fifth of my grade!)

45}} This troper did the same thing, except to get home from work, and it was a 2 hour trip. Wow, we deserve a {{Crowning Moment Of Awesome}}!

I'm a laid back, pleasant sort of fellow. I don't usually put too much into things... except when I do. One good example: I once swam over 50 yards underwater as part of a challenge. I literally passed out from lack of oxygen 3/4 of the way through, inhaled water, and KEPT SWIMMING. Nobody had the slightest clue anything was wrong till I climbed out and vomited up a lungful of water. To this day, I only remember half the swim, and waking up on the side of the pool. To recap: I drowned, and kept going. It's probably a good thing that I'm normally a lazy SOB, as otherwise I'd be some driven, ruthless asshole.

I have a sort of honor system with my will. Basically, if I "bind something to my will", it ''will'' be done at all costs. For example, as of this typing, I recently bound my will to run in snowy weather. When I mean snowy, I mean one of the biggest blizzards in the area since a decade (or two?) ago. I also decided to wear fall clothing...t-shirt, long-sleeve t-shirt on top, socks, shoes, and short pants. It was ''cold''. Having a strong will is part of my identity and way of life.

This Troper.In life in general,has trouble finding things to commit to,other then Good.However,once he picks a goal,he will not stop at it,until he has accomplished it.He's been working on a goal for seven years,and still has not given up.Through pure will.In fighting games,he doesn't care how much life he has left,because I believe that until all my health is gone,the fight is not over yet.

Earlier this year I was determined to kill a deer because basically everyone I knew who had gone hunting had got their deer already even the young kids and I had been hunting for 7 years by that point, so after the weekend was over thankfully I didn't have a job at the time so I could hunt any day of the week so two days later I finally bagged my first buck a nice sized four pointer.

The week before exams began, this troper's friend's computer crashed. She is a digital artist so her computer is her life. When she took it to tech support, they told her that they could fix the computer but they simply lacked the equipment to save her files. (They also recommended her to a company that might have been able to save the files... if besides the computer, she also handed over an arm and one leg.) My friend had been working on those five projects for the past three months. She has so far remade three of those projects that took three months to gather info for... ''in one week.'' '''THIS WEEK.''' And is at the halfway point for the other two. ''Damn, girl!''

This troper is never a {{Determinator}}, even though he reckons the results could be worth it. Now, when his friend comes into the picture, and shows that he can do it, this troper will go all-out to beat him. He has impressed himself with his strength. He knows about it, and he knows that flashing a wide grin at me after doing something I can't tends to convince me that I must do it.

This troper has this attitude towards SuperSmashBros, especially since she has a habit of not using dodge or shield moves until her damage meter is fairly high, and even then she's not good at remembering to use them. "That which doesn't kill me only gives me more of a chance to take you down!" She has a similar attitude to getting injured in sports. She may not be good at it, she may be complaining, but you'll be damned if you think she won't keep trying to help the team anyway! Getting smacked in the face by a soccer ball twice in a single game (within 10 minutes of each other, even) only had her laughing like a maniac and she was still attempting to play before she was convinced to take a break.

King194}} This troper Once walked about 3 miles in the cold snow to and from Gamestop to preorder Bioshock 2...then he did it again the very next day to pick it up, despite all the damn snow and ice breaking beneath his feet and slowing him down, he kept going until he got home and played the shit out of that game. It was so bad that his calves were bleeding and he didn't even notice until an hour after he got home!

This troper woke up from a nap in 2005 and couldn't move. I called 911 and was taken to the hospital where I promptly went into an eight-day coma from which I was not supposed to awaken. When I woke up, both legs were paralyzed and so badly infected with staph that the doctors were talking about double amputation. I asked for leg exercises to get the leg muscles working again; one of the nurses told me about some yoga moves that were often used in physical therapy. Absolutely no one--including that nurse--believed that the legs would ever move again. Two weeks later, I flexed the ankle of the left leg--the worse of the two--voluntarily. This freaked out the medicos no end. Why? Because the tissues and muscles of both legs were so damaged by lymphedema tarda and staph that ''voluntary movement was no longer supposed to be POSSIBLE.'' They then decided that okay, I'd regained motion, but just enough to get in and out of a wheelchair. Two months after this, I was using my wheelchair as a rolling walker. Seven months after falling into a coma, I went back home. And since then, I've gone from wheelchair to regular walker to orthopedic cane. The doctors still can't figure out how this is possible. I think that sheer bloody-mindedness has a lot to do with it.

This troper is normally quite lazy, but only with things that he is actually good at (if he doesn't enjoy it). It is things that he sucks at where he becomes a determinator. Just as an example, when his gym class started to play touch football, he could never throw the ball properly, and he could almost never catch it. His only advantage was my good sprinting power. He kept playing despite constantly failing, and being being mocked for it. After months, he was actually competent enough to not embarrass himself. The only time where time where he gave up on anything in that category was when he was basically ''forced'' to play basketball, which he normally isn't too bad at, but he was running on four hours of sleep and was playing in front of about 20 other kids, half of whom were laughing out loud at him. Even then he played for nearly ten minutes despite failing to get a single basket.

When it comes to academics (mostly math), this troper's the first to give up, but on the wrestling mat, he will use every ounce of strength to win, doesnt know the meaning of "quit", and would rather pass out on his gut than lose on his shoulders. This is the only true reason why he managed to qualify for Nationals. Reason he didnt WIN the Nationals? The flu.

This troper, when it comes to academics. When I was doing a problem set for calculus, I encountered one problem that made absolutely no goddamn sense. The only logical course of action was to keep at it until I solved it. Seven hours later, I did.

I don't have the patience or attention span for determinatoring in academics, or writing, or just about anything. Even in video games, I often RageQuit. ''However'' I do always make it a point to come back and I will ''fucking win goddamnit.'' SCREW YOU, HEROIC LEVEL SESA 'REFUM! D:<

Shear bloody-minded stubbornness is what got me through chemistry in college and, later, grad school.

If this troper promises to do something, he will either do it for when he said he would or do it later than expected. Starting essays at four in the morning just because I promised to get it in that morning, but was busy the previous night is rare, but not unheard of. This also applied when I had to de-snow the street on my own, despite only having done the task once previously (and that time was with my dad, so it wasn't technically on my own) recently: it was snowing, icy, cold and parts of what I was de-snowing were only just big enough to slide the shovel under, not enough to lift it out. I still did it and the path to my neighbour's house (and my own)...in an hour and a half (it was roughly two and a half hundred metres of snow). Two days later, I did the same task again and, but for a conversation with the neighbour (I was talking about jam, christmas cakes, chutney, salmon pate, her poor health and the weather, as well as being given a pot of jam and two small containers of salmon pate and having to find a good place to put them (I ended up putting them on the wall outside my house due to finally realising the snow would keep them cool)) and having to redo part of the work due to a lack of thought (putting some of the snow on the road: I cleared part of the road to make up for it), would have done it in an hour. Did I mention that I hate excercise in the best of circumstances, so I'm technically unfit, as well as athmatic and very thin? Granted, my dad normally does the job in half in hour, but, when you consider he is in good shape and in his fifties...

Anyone and everyone who competes in Cross Country and/or any of Track & Field's running events, even moreso if they happen to have asthma. It is not unheard of for an athlete to ''crawl across the finish line'' in a way not unlike Snake's single most tear jerkingly awesome moment (minus the whole 'radiated to hell and back' part), not to mention that the first meet of a season, league meet, any large sized meet, and if one qualifies, regional and state meets are automatic AwesomeMoments. There is a reason that we runners claim that "Our sport is your sport's punishment", and that "Running is the precursor to Hell". If running is the precursor to Hell, then we are the Lords of Darkness!!

Preach, mofo!!! We are the definition of AwesomeYetPractical!!!

The whole world may hate me...Everyone can try to break me...BUT I DO NOT BEND! I KEEP GOING UNTIL I'M DEAD! RAWWWWR!

While ThisTroper was in bootcamp and during the FinalTest known as the crucible one of his friends' tore his calf muscle the day before it started. However, not wanting to end up in boot camp longer than he had to be he kept going and hiked the 50+ miles and did the obstacles associated with the event all without limping or looking injured. Then, to further prove his determination, one of his shoulder straps ripped (the one opposite of his good leg) while hiking up the last hill (known as the Reaper) and still made it up. Then he hiked back down the mountain (he was given the option of being driven back down but refused) without the mainpack, and marched perfectly during the Eagle, Globe and Anchor ceremony. He was such a bad ass that he got meritoriously promoted for what he did in those three days

While my family has it's share of determinators, one particular example stands out, my great grandmother. She even showed shades of CrazyAwesome and MagnificentBastard, and remained that way even into old age, but her refusal to give up on anything bordered on insanity. But before I explain, a little backstory. After WWII had ended, in my home country Croatia, which was then part of Yugoslavia, there was a communist regime, and all peasants were forced to give a significant amount of their harvest to the government. My great grandmother refused to do so, but there were spies everywhere and any suspicious behaviour was reported, so during olive harvest she would just normally harvest olives in a sack, but on the way home, she would pick a moment when no one was looking and toss the sack in nearby bushes, then come back for it in the middle of the night. Now, olives are used to make olive oil, and to do that you need some heavy duty equipment, which she had in the basement of her house, but there was no way to get into the basement from within the house, and carrying a sack into your basement then coming out with bottles of olive oil was suspicious (spies, remember?), so she drilled down her kitchen floor into her basement so she could secretly process olives into oil. But there's more, one time there was a dispute with a neighbour (something about a gardening hose), he came over with his two sons to argue, her response? Punch him in the face, down a flight of stairs, while his two sons watched. The two the simply carried their father home, and no one ever tried to argue with her again. There was also another dispute with another neighbour, he built a two storey house with one of the walls on the property line, normally this wouldn't be a problem, but he put a window on the second floor of the house that looked into my great grandmothers property, and by law he could only do that if he had written permission. He didn't, he never even asked for it. So she told him: "You seal that window, or I'll do it for you." He didn't listen, so she built a two storey high wall on her side of the property line, and now when the neighbour opens his window all he has is some half a meter of space and a view of a big wall.

In certain cases, such as, for example, your eight-grade science class, which you happen to just barely not be failing at the time, adopting such personality traits can be useful and in fact may contribute to you coming out of said class with a B grade. In other cases, however, such as your brief stint in the high-school JV wrestling team as a freshman, this results in you getting the scorn and acceptability as a target of your then-teammates for the rest of your tenure at high school, as going down like a limp noodle and lasting through, never mind winning, two entire matches tends to turn attending every practice and game you were physically capable of attending to be a negative attribute rather than a positive one. Of course, the above-mentioned situation is purely hypothetical and bears no relevance to my life whatsoever.

Another one: My dog used to run out of the house at any given opportunity and go loose throughout the city. The last time this happened, she was hit by a truck. She's a small terrier. She was quite hurt, so there was but one thing I could think to do--walk to the vet, dog in arms. I managed to travel quite a length until two members of staff from my high school recognized me and drove us the rest of the way there. The dog is also a case as well, with multiple cases (even one where we were convinced we'd have to euthanize her) to her name.

I have a ''tree'' in my front yard that corresponds to this. It's a cherry tree with three huge main limbs splitting across a short distance from the trunk. Now the trunk was already split almost down the middle when we got the house some five or six years ago, and gave out cherries like a factory. A year or two ago, this massive crack was heard, and it wasn't until a few months later we discovered that had been the trunk splitting down to the ground, with one of the branches now hanging out over the street. Everyone said we should have it ripped up, as it couldn't possibly give anymore fruit. Two years later, we still haven't finished last year's (frozen, so many were there) cherries, and the new ones are already coming in. Not bad for a dead tree.

This troper has been beat up, insulted, was born with his appendix in his chest and his small intestine twisted to the point that he could not digest food and required surgery at the age of four months, belittled by teachers, and suffers from migraine headaches. When, a few weeks ago, his girlfriend dumped him for another guy, he fell into a state of complete depression and attempted suicide twice, convinced that the world would be better without him. And yet, he is still alive. I know that this example is not as inspiring or tear-jerking as other examples on this page, but I needed to make my plight known.

This troper used to go to a school where Sports Day was basically 'Humiliate-the-non-sporty-kids' Day. I knew a girl who was more than a little overweight and she was dreading the races because ''everyone'' has to participate. But dear lord, she ran every one of those races right to the end, even when kids fitter than her gave up, and it took more than a head wound to stop her jumping the hurdles. If anyone deserves the title of Determinator, it's her.

The two best friends of this troper. One has a congenital heart condition and had open heart surgery as an infant. The doctors didn't know if he'd make it to his fifth birthday. He's 18 and other than poor stamina, is in perfect health. My other friend, I swear to god, Determinated her way through clinical depression.

Of course this is nothing compared to the tales of perseverance some tropers have, but while normally even cowardly I find myself reverting to this in three situations; strategy video games, running and writing.

The troper is this when it comes to finding videos on the internet nothing come hell or high water will stop me. Oh yeah and strategy video games for me to.

One time when I was playing outside, I wanted to use my kite. Problem was, it was hopelessly tangled. I wound up standing out there for a good thirty minutes, winding string through loops and twists until I finally got that mass of tangled thread back to normal. When I was done, there was just enough sunlight to get a little bit of flight.

It was five weeks ago. I was walking home from my college class, crossing the street, when I was hit by a car. I just got back up, onto a sprained ankle, and walked over to the side of the road, and kept going for a little bit longer. Some friends saw me soon after, and after an argument, took me to a hospital. I dunno whether I should just chalk this up to adrenaline in hindsight, but my family sure seemed suprised.

Everything I've ever set my mind to has been done. It didn't matter how hard it was, how long it would take. In video games, I could sit for hours playing on the toughest difficulties imaginable, with the toughest self-imposed challenges possible, trying and trying. When everyone else had already left the game, I kept playing. I would die at the same spot, 100 times in a row and refuse to turn the difficulty down. But it only happens if I set my mind towards a given task's completion. If I don't care about it or don't like it, well, needless to say I tend to retreat from it and give up easily.

This troper had a friend in her PE class who hated to loose, despite being not very good at sports. turning a game of Rocks- a little like capture the flag, but with no jail and four flags per team- she singlehandedly organized her team from a rag-tag bunch of misfits into a competent team. we were losing pretty badly, and if we didn't get a flag back, we were going to loose- so she ordered a bunch of people to go after flags, and ran herself, at the flags rather than as a distraction, like she'd been doing. halfway across the field, one of the other team players tripped her, and she fell pretty hard- her shoe went flying. she could have gone to sit out, but rather, she stood up and limped back to her side- and started back towards the flags. our team won the round, and the next. at the end of the last round, she even managed to grab the last flag.

This troper is completely determined to at some point in his life be the owner of Lambay Island. (Don't ask why, I really have no idea)