| ~A computer screen buzzes to life as you stare into the bleak dimming stress of the screen. A huge word appears saying CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. Then it asks for a password. You randomly hit buttons, and oddly enough, you get in~ ~a humming sound is heard from the computer~ ~the following things are said to you~ | |||||||||||||
| Straken Kavor | |||||||||||||
| Planet: ~the computer buzzes and says~ Level 4 security, HIGHLY Classified information | |||||||||||||
| Job(s)?: A bar keep second working along side Mailion. | |||||||||||||
| Talents: Master of Desruction, Magic, Martial Arts, Forms of weapons, power of infinite perportions, and many other classified things. | |||||||||||||
| IC connections?: Current information requires a Class 10 security pass word. Acess Denied. Highly Classified. Tavern Connections?: Owns a magical seat that is indestructable. Anyone sitting in it will feel pleasure, but their immortality whithin the tavern dissapears, and in moments, they will be destroyed by Straken. | |||||||||||||
| Family: Unknown information | |||||||||||||
| E-mail Address?: [email protected] | |||||||||||||
| Personality: No mercy, only for those he knows extremely well. His Anger is only surpassed by his power. The rest of his information is classified, Level L (Yes L, and the L stands for somehting none of ya know except for one person). History: Level 10 classification needed. Access denied. Highly Classified. | |||||||||||||
| Extra Information: Level 10 classification needed. Access denied. Highly Classified. | |||||||||||||
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