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« on: June 19, 2014, 03:54:46 pm »
Name: Krrosh Anvilhumper
Gender: Male
Age: 497
Race: Cyberdwarf
Occupation: Celtic Space Warlord
Appearance: A dwarf with blinging skin of chromed steel, with bolts engraved with angry faces keeping his various plates from falling apart. His synthetic muscles bulge to such an extent that he's shaped much like an angry dwarven cube of metal. His beard is the requisite length for any self respecting dorf, and masterfully crafted from rare space Christmas tree foil. His beady angry eyes, his 57 booze intake valves, his blocky nose, everything he is seems to be the result of taking a cube of adamantine and getting it piss drunk and pissed off.
IN SPAAAAAAAAACE.
Bacstory: Once, Krrosh was a mere Gnomish Moon Bureaucrat. But then his peaceful life of dust cataloging and beetle identifying was flipturned upside down when residual energies from the Ultimate Chaos Dunk caused a large portion of the moon's giant cheese centipedes to be mutated into terrible monstrosities, made of baseballs of all things. Somehow the dunk radiation had gotten reversed by the Moon's negatively polarized tachyon wave particle beam field. Everyone would've been mostly fine with this if a passing band of Celtic Space Warlords hadn't noticed and decided to go have a good fight, which promptly devastated a large portion of the moon, as muscle and fist went up against pincer and baseball. Krrosh fled the devastation, mourning the loss of his collection of L-speckled pebbles, and somehow found his way onto a spaceship, where he somehow was transformed into a manly dwarf after getting in a drunken orgy with several dozen anvils. Don't ask. Afterward, he tried to take off in the ship, but having used most of the fuel for purposes unspoken, he crashed on Earth, hoping to start his new career off right.
You can still waitlist me if you want, I just wanted to get the sheet in before I forget.