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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 12:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 12:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 12:15 pm
My entire night has been wrecked, mostly :/
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 12:20 pm
Oh dear, *huggles*
What's happened hun? You can snag me on msn if you don't want to talk about it here. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 2:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:14 pm
Kreaeunae
Race: gyromolder
A long time ago, the archmage Dimitri made a bet with a friend. The first of them who managed to crate a flesh golem with the ability to reproduce, and prolifer just like a normal specie would win a new wizard tower, paid for by the loser. Immediately, Dimitri got to work, deciding that he'd make his golem using nothing but parts from midgets, invoking the great burlesque sexual energy they were associated with. Indeed, the wizard managed the feat: a 3'6" tall, asexual heap of emotionless dwarf flesh stood before him, and surely enough, it took only a few minutes for it to lay an egg that contained a miniature, slightly pinker version of itself.
Dimitri, though, lost on a semantics error. Indeed, being completely asexual, his golem didn't reproduce like a regular humanoid, and his friend's humping mounds of tentacles and flesh won, even though no one was able to discernate any sexual organs on them, nor where the new golems came out from when birth was given.
Discarded, the gyromolder kept popping eggs and reproducing until they gained the intelligence of a regular human, but with the reaction speed of a scarecrow.
Class: buttermancer
Buttermancers control the elements of Kitchenmancy and Digestiology. Using regular reagents and components, they can create revolting effects and hexes on their opponents and allies alike. The name buttermancer comes from the fact that they need their "spell-machine" well-greased to be able to cast. Thus, most of them took the habit of dieting on nothing more than slabs of unsalted butter.
Appearance:
All gyromolders look exactly the same. Three and a half feet tall, without a single body hair and beady brown eyes that blink just as often as they talk (which is, up to now, a still unrecorded event).Its skin is a sickly shade of white, and its movements have the same awkwardness as a midget's. That aside, the only other remakable feature of it is its lips, which are unnaturally plump and luscious.
Garment:
Walking around, Kreaeunae looks like a pile of laundry with a bookshelf tied to it, and a cannon tied to the bookshelf, its mouth facing the little thing's left. It always wears its glittering hat, a pointy magician's hat with the magical power of glittering at all time. The rest of its body is covered in clothes ranging in color from dark brown to screaming magenta, with a few blues and greens here and there. Its eyes are hidden behind a pair of shaded goggles, which are themselves hidden behind a hood pulled down over its face, under the glittering hat. It wears leather gloves and boots.
Equipment:
Boots of kill climber
Glittering hat
Portable library
Vest of dexterity
A bottle of very demonic pills
Insect's flute
Just silencer's baton
A foul jug of good
A hand cannon
Two cannonballs
Familiar: Tiki Totem
Tiki Totem being its name. The familiar itself is a squirrel, of the quadraplegic kind, which means it moves in the very same way a dead body does not. Kreaeunae insists that the little thing is still alive, just misunderstood, but the claim is very easily refutable, considering how the familiar never ******** moves, and only eats the very demonic pills its master feeds it.
Spellbook:
Induce drooling
Dispell church lady
Spray of lettuce
Create major stupidity
Eruption of incontinence
Illusionary zone of bacon
Shield of sweat
Invoke crossdresser
Summon bad hair
Dispell beer
Induce mild annoyance
Globe of vaseline
Cure constipation
Mystic cabbage spout
Butterbeam
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:42 pm
:listens to old songs he had on his iPod:
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:51 pm
Chris. Take the frown. Turn it upside down.
Come on people now.
Smile on your brother.
Everybody get together.
Its time to love somebody right now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:55 pm
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