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'''This. Is. BLUEPELT!''' (* schopt man uit raam bovenste verdieping Weena Rotterdam *) | '''This. Is. BLUEPELT!''' (* schopt man uit raam bovenste verdieping Weena Rotterdam *) | ||
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A wise but twisted metis Shadow-Lord theurge. Had an uncommon affection for Bone-Gnawers. Ran away with his half-sister when the heat was creeping up in Delft. Still alive, still at large and still deranged. | A wise but twisted metis Shadow-Lord theurge. Had an uncommon affection for Bone-Gnawers. Ran away with his half-sister when the heat was creeping up in Delft. Still alive, still at large and still deranged. | ||
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The epithome of uselessness. Would rather hang with the homies and smoke the green then fight the wyrm. When he actually did fight, he insulted the wrong bane and got impaled on a tentacle. Hemp grows on his grave. | The epithome of uselessness. Would rather hang with the homies and smoke the green then fight the wyrm. When he actually did fight, he insulted the wrong bane and got impaled on a tentacle. Hemp grows on his grave. | ||
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====[[trol|Karsten 'Trol']]==== | ====[[trol|Karsten 'Trol']]==== | ||
Angry eyes, angry mouth. I am not hiding under my bridge, I'm just trying to get away from you useless cowards. When will you fight? | Angry eyes, angry mouth. I am not hiding under my bridge, I'm just trying to get away from you useless cowards. When will you fight? | ||
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| + | ====[[de markies|Donald 'De Markies']]==== | ||
| + | ..urban nobility. Excuzes-moi, but could thee pass me the three euro wine? | ||
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| + | ''To the head'' | ||
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| + | ''For all to hide'' | ||
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| + | ''Where the wolves come to die'' | ||
Latest revision as of 01:10, 14 November 2015
This. Is. BLUEPELT! (* schopt man uit raam bovenste verdieping Weena Rotterdam *)
| Slipknot: Slipknot (from Mate-Feed-Kill-Repeat) |
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Bonegnawers suck! Bonegnawers suck!! They roll around in garbage bins All Bonegnawers suck!! (Pentex is bleeding but night is falling) The Black Hand sucks! The Black Hand sucks!! Those wyrm-tainted bastard leeches Black Hand sucks! If I had my way! If I had my way! I'd rend them all ripped and torn ALL THAT SUCKS DIES!! (Sweet smell bleeding glow is melting me) I bring my klave into battle Shifting into Crinos - I slay wyrmfoe Then I step sideways.... You can't see me, for I hide within the Umbra |
Former characters:
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Marcus Antonius van Leeuwenhoek
Partly based on the main character from American Psycho. A kinfolk charmer who turned out to be harvesting the skins of fallen garou. Unceremoniously shot through the head by Bjorn. Anti-climax redefined.
Dies-Last Dawnstalker
A wise but twisted metis Shadow-Lord theurge. Had an uncommon affection for Bone-Gnawers. Ran away with his half-sister when the heat was creeping up in Delft. Still alive, still at large and still deranged.
Carlos
The epithome of uselessness. Would rather hang with the homies and smoke the green then fight the wyrm. When he actually did fight, he insulted the wrong bane and got impaled on a tentacle. Hemp grows on his grave.
Jozeph 'Der Prinz' von Krichten-nach-Wolfgang
A somewhat subdued professor type character with a number of personal values he bravely defends.
Karsten 'Trol'
Angry eyes, angry mouth. I am not hiding under my bridge, I'm just trying to get away from you useless cowards. When will you fight?
Donald 'De Markies'
..urban nobility. Excuzes-moi, but could thee pass me the three euro wine?
To the head
Where men fear to tread
Hidden from the world
For all to hide
Where the wolves come to die
