"THE HECK YA LOOKIN' AT, YA SNUB-NOSED URCHIN?!" Says a certain male using a chair to beat up a man laying on the ground. "THIS IS FOR THINKIN' YOU COULD JUST PUT YA HAND IN MY POCKETS!" This seemingly slender and... Not-so calm man doesn't look like he handles Pickpockets well. He kicked the man over and broke the chair on him. "AND THAT'S FOR GOING NEAR A FORSAKEN MAN LIKE MYSELF!!"

Yeah, m'name's Xael. I uh... I smoke, which kinda limits my anger and all that, but I still get pretty ticked... I uh... I like using Blunt weapons? Frick... What else do I say? Uh... I work for (Censored)... I... Like cats? My Dad is a torture fanatic and may have taught me all the ways to torture someone? The Yakuza might be part of my ancestry? I'm an Aquarius? I have a Chair Problem? ... How long do I have to keep doing this whole introduction thing?! ... THE HECK DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY DAD BEING A GIRL?! SO WHAT IF HE LOOKED LIKE A MAID, YOU GOT SOMETHING AGAINST MALES CROSSDRESSING?! HUH!? HUH!? *The male grabbed a chair.* That's it! I'm out! WHERE'S THE DOOR?! *He threw the chair at someone and walked off.*

God, I'm friggin' ticked off like heck...

Formerly in The Palace of Kings. Rest in Peace, Richard Dallas...

Formerly in Soul Haven too, Rest in Peace, Solum...