Menavaur

Life's too short for ratting. Well, except on the odd special occasion. Get some alt to make money for you instead. Works for me.

Now imagine this bio was twenty pages long, and that it was so exciting you just had to keep reading, and reading, and reading, and oh, yes, imagine the excitement. No, not that sort of excitement, you randy fool, just common all garden thrilling tales of daring do and swashbuckling/laserzapping heroics, and swooning golden-haired heroines thankfully not encapsulated in some miserable pod for convenient reasons of plot that occurred several pages ago, but rather draped, in ever-such flimsy and probably-see-through-if-only-you-could-manoeuvre-yourself-so-that-the-light-was-just-right drapery, over the bar, hanging on every word of your tales of conquest/exploration/mining [no, no, no, get a grip, stop imagining the sort of girl who would salivate over a miner, before it does you serious harm]. Sod it, it turns out there's a character limit on this th