
Verified
A user of established repute
Deverified
A user of unestablished repute
FOR THE SAKE OF IT
Pure, simple, blood on the wall, knuckles to face, honest to fuck violence.
Our Holy Mirth
A member of the True Faith. [Technically nondenominational!?]
BEHOLD. A BODY LONG SINCE SHED LIKE OLD SKIN. BODY OF MY BIRTH, OF MY RISE TO POWER. BUT ONE TOO SMALL TO CONTAIN ME FOR LONG. THE FACE OF A YOUNG MAN. BEFORE I FED ON THE SOULS OF MY ENEMIES SACRIFICED TO STOP ME, AND USED THEM TO HIJACK NEW TRAITS TO BRING FORTH MY GLORY. CALIBORN IS DEAD. LONG LIVE LORD ENGLISH [AN IMAGE IS ATTACHED. UP RIGHT IN A GLASS CASE IS THE SOULLESS, POST-MASTERPIECE BODY OF CALIBORN, POSED LIKE A PHARAOH WITH ARMS CROSSED OVER HIS CHEST AND ONE HAND HOLDING HIS CANE. HIS EYES ARE DEAD, LIFELESS EIGHT BALLS. HE IS SMILING.]
Kult: +75
Kull: +65
Total: 140
Ratio: 1.15

