Dread Lord Seeks Companionship

[K'hatos]

((A joke dating profile I made for K'hatos.  All information is IC.  Reply with your own!))

 

 

Dreadlord_K'hatos

 

 

 

Relationship: Never Married

Have Kids: I released them some time ago.

Want Kids: That's vile!  I'm looking for a man, not a child.

Race: Miqo'te

Body Type: Undying

Height: 5' 7"

Faith: Is a lie

Smoke: I don't smolder, I burn.

Drink: I'd love one.

 

About Me

 

I am the Alpha, and the Omega.  Though if I had to choose one, I'd probably go Alpha.  I am a three thousand year old void mage sustained by the souls of my fallen foes.  I am well traveled and quite knowledgeable about all things magical and mysterious.  I enjoy trying new things, or at least things I haven't done in so long that I've forgotten about them.  

 

I am a small business ruler and homeowner.  I conduct my research and plot the downfall of those who move against me from my spacious Ul'Dhan mansion.  I enjoy conversation, romantic gestures, and seeking those worthy to bequeath my knowledge upon.

 

I look to find those of uncommon strength who burn for conflict and will take me out for dinner once in a while.

 

 

My Interests

 

Coffee and conversation, Dining out, Plays, Museums and art, Nightclubs/Dancing, Political interests,  Travel/Sightseeing, Casting down the weak and condemning them to ash as the walls of their citadels crumble beneath burning sky!

 

 

 Pets

 

I have a dog.  His name is Tibalt.  Soon all dogs shall kneel (do dogs have knees?) before him.

 

 

Political Views

 

Maniacal

 

 

Sign

 

Halone

 

 

Education

 

I have studied at the foot of beings more ancient than stone.  For whom the passing of epochs is as a single breath.  I also took a weekend class at the Culinarian's Guild.

 

 

Favorite Things

 

Blissful young races with fire on their houses.  Millions of voices all silenced like mouses.  Watching the cowards bow toward their new king, these are a few of my favorite things.

 

Also cake, I love cake.

 

Last Read

 

The Tel Shata al Neras, an ancient tome bound in the flesh of slaves born in darkness and raised beneath the lash.  Wait, no, Confessions of a Comely Barmaid.