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What? I didn't steal it! What, do I look suspicious or something? Of course I'm not panicking, I'm just expressing pronounced indignation at this accusation! How DARE you insinuate that I, the esteemed Panzer, could even be SUSPECT to such a heinous (and admittedly daring, not to mention downright awe-inspiring... by the powers that be, I love this job...) misappropriation of property?*Coughs* Anyhow...
Yeah, the name's Panzer. Got a problem with that? I'm your friendly neighborhood super-hero. Or just a guy that tends to goof everything up. It's not a lack of sincerity, it's just a complete and total absence of physical coordination. Come on, talk to me, you won't regret it. At least, you won't LIVE to regret it...
Oh, you wanted a roleplaying sample? See, it would've been oh so much simpler if you'd just said that to begin with...
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(Note: This is an intro post style.)
A scream erupted in the night, but quickly turned to a gargling choke. The sound of a corpse hitting the ground was common amidst the warped remains of the forest, now dubbed "Felwood" after the vast majority of the landscape had succumbed to demonic corruption. Dithea didn't look particularly out of place here. The empty eyesockets, whose muscles twitched in habitual movement as the undead woman looked around, seemed almost bottomless. The blue skin and hair (one didn't usually ask why the Forsaken wound up such interesting colors when they were raised from the dead, as that was a quick way to find one's self a new recruit in the army of the undead) only stood out slightly in the faintly luminescent green fog that hung low to the ground. The corpse of an Night Elf, violet-skinned and much taller than the once human woman, lay at her feet, spear thrust firmly through his chest.
"They know we're here," Tharimel said with a sigh, dropping from a tree that resembled a screaming man. He stooped low to inspect a brightly colored tabard the elf had been wearing. "Bah, he's with Imperial. That means there's bound to be twenty nearby." Where Dithea was extremely well preserved, only missing her eyes, Tharimel looked as if he'd been crushed by a boulder at some point. There was a pronounced limp in his step as he walked over to a skeletal horse that impatiently pawed at the ground. Black-rimmed goggles with purple lenses obscured eyes that were much like his sister's, and his own blue hair was matted and unkempt. A pair of swords hung from the man's belt, and a number of pouches and straps literally covered his body. Explosives, ammunition, throwing weapons, even a hand-crafted blunderbuss, all were attached to Tharimel. It seemed to suit him, even the simple metal jaw that took the place of one he had no doubt lost when he died.
"Just twenty?" Dithea asked playfully. She picked up the corpse and loosely tied it to the saddle of the gray dire wolf that was her steed of choice. She swung astride the beast immediately afterward, spear laying across her heavily armored lap. "Ah, well, let's hope Lojate can keep them busy. He may not be any good at dueling, but when it comes to hit and run..." she whistled in appreciation.
"Oh, shut up, you know he hates us," Tharimel growled as he kicked his horse into motion.
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(Note: This is simply standard style.)
Thalo'thakar glared fiercely at Logan, idly wishing that their common grandparent hadn't existed, that he wouldn't have a reason to hold back from crushing his cousin for rash behavior. "Put it back."
"But-but it's free game! Finders keepers, you know what they say!" the other Blood Elf stroked the monstrous skull possessively, his blindfolded gaze directed straight into the empty sockets of the drake's head.
"I said put it back! Do you want to call their mother in on us?!" Thalo growled. He moved to grab the skull from his cousin, but Logan jerked away.
"I can feel the veins of magic..." Logan murmured. "Would you deny your own blood the right to stave off madness for another day?"
"Do as you will, but you'll reap your whirlwind soon enough," Thalo'thakar spat. With a grateful smile and nod, Logan turned to the skull. Green light flared briefly, enveloping the skull. The light traveled up Logan's arms before sinking into his chest, and the skull was dropped to the ground, where it turned to dust. The warlock smiled in satisfaction.
"Shall we continue? They're waiting for us," Logan said smoothly, readjusting his robe as the pair walked toward the campfire where their companions sat.
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The poor fools, they didn't even realize that by coming in contact with me, they were destined for greatness, followed by public humiliation.
In other news, I found a shiny dime!
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