Hazudar entered. He was a competitor. He was given a form to fill out to enter the NPCFC.
Wait, what? Ahem... like da pimp he was the half-orc
burst into the place, all swaggering and glistening and sparkling, waxed up and shaved clean from head to toe, wearing only tights, a ragged towel and his oiled, burly, somewhat pot-bellied but still majestic frame.
Yeah, that's more like it.
"We're gonna tear deez chumps a new one! Dis two-bit venue ain't got nuffin' on us, eh Ankou ole buddy?!" Hazudar shouted masculinely (irregardless of whether the fae was even there anymore). Wasting no time, the bruiser found a literate NPC to strongarm into filling out his form:
Quote:
Name: Hazudar... El Lobo Del Orckon
Sex: *here the handwriting changed into one of Hazudar's exquisite sketches: an exaggerated likeness of a woman's... anatomy, complete with a miniature Haz's head off to the side, giving the audience a very suggestive look whilst indicating the above with a crooked thumb*
Age: I lost count with all this meteorolomogical crap that's going on
Height: Twice as tall as a man
Weight: I WAIT FOR NO ONE
Hometown: Truth or Smitings, Arium ... NO! AETERNIA, Arakmat.
Nickname: GREEN LIGHTNING
Signature: The SUPER Flying COMBINED Hazudar Tornado Slam / Whirlwind Pummel. How's that for a signature move?
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Releasing his clawed grasp on the random elf's ear, Hazudar strode up to wherever and slapped his entry form down in front of whoever.
"Gonna wanna keep dat! Be worff a fortune after the locals get a taste o' yers truly. Straight to da top, mark me words! Har har har har har!"