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We are Mask!
Joined: Mar 2007 Posts: 5 Location: Here, there, everywhere. Karma: 0 |  | The Master of Masks « Thread Started on Mar 20, 2007, 1:24pm » | |
Name: It calls itself Mask
Age: Far older than any mere mortal, Mask does not know its own age.
Gender: Male or Female, Mask does not know nor care.
Race: Doppleganger (Prefers to masquerade as an average looking halfling)
Class: Master of the Mask
Jobs: Spying, Wetwork, Thievery, or Impersonation, Mask excels at all of them.
Racial Hostility: Those pathetic furless apes! (But it doesn't let it get in the way)
Physical Description: ![[image]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/SaintB/MonFaePG35.jpg)
Mental State: When one has no true identity, one can niether be sane nor insane.
Sample Paragraph: The man was clearly unimpressed by what he saw before him; Mask didn't have to read his mind but it did anyway. He don't look like much to me, but halflings never do. I'll go through the forms anyway, they usually make good use of themselves so perhaps he'll surprise me. "What talents do you posses that you think will benefit our organization here in Trademeet?" "Well, we think we have many talents, indeed far more talents than a hairless ape like yourself." The man grew angry, he was going to throttle the halfling for this insult and moved to do so... but froze in his tracks. There before the thief stood an exact duplicate of himself, staring at him as conteptuously as he had at the pathetic looking halfling earlier. "I think this ape owes us an appology." he said flatly. The man fell to his knees and begged for mercy but Mask just scoffed, "We are not pleased by his show of humility. We think we shall exact a suitable punishment for this further insult." It reached for the small satchel sitting next to it and pulled out a solid black mask shaped into the face of a learing demon... The halfling left without a word and made its way back out of the alley, behind him was a pathetic gibbering fleshling begging and crying out to the brick walls "Please! No more, I am sorry my lord! No more... NO MORE!"
| The consumate actor does not play the part, the part plays the actor. The master actor does not act, he is the character in all aspects; the character is the living breathing entity. - Philosiphies of the Masters of the Mask |
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