Post by Santa Claus on Jun 28, 2008 0:58:10 GMT -7
First Name:Santa
Last Name:Claus
Middle Name:Fucking
Age:Older than you think
Height/Weight:Mind you're own buisness asshole
Eyes:Blue
Hair:Red
Character description: Don't piss me off, I will fucking kill you, that's what kind of character I am. What, you think those stories about me being nice and loving were true? God you're fucking stupid, I'm an evil son-of-a-bitch. Those lists aren't meant to see who I give presents to, unless by presents you mean knife to the throat then hell yeah I give good presents. In fact you're going right on my "Stab in the balls with a pickaxe" list, don't like it? Blow me!
Persuasion: Evil
Type of Creature: I'm Santa Fucking Claus, that's what kind of creature
Powers: Well that Sack ain't full of toys, unless by toys you mean lots of big-ass knives. And ever wonder why Rudolph has a shiny nose? It's not cos of the blow, it's a high powered laser bitches
History: Well Once a year at christmas I find all the good little boys and girls and tear their heads off and shove them in their stockings. Oh I've always been a sick bastard, for as long as I can remember I've been the scaryest fucker christmas ever saw... till this fucking cocksucker in the publicity department of Coca-cola decided to make me their fucking spokesman. Now no one's a-fucking-fraid of me, it's like they all grew some balls and just pretended I wasn't their. Well I've had just about fucking enough of that shit. This year no fucker is gonna think I'm sweet, all the little bastards are gonna be so fucked they'll make whores look prudish.
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): My messed up mind
Approved ~ Jenny[/color][/u][/font][/size]
Last Name:Claus
Middle Name:Fucking
Age:Older than you think
Height/Weight:Mind you're own buisness asshole
Eyes:Blue
Hair:Red
Character description: Don't piss me off, I will fucking kill you, that's what kind of character I am. What, you think those stories about me being nice and loving were true? God you're fucking stupid, I'm an evil son-of-a-bitch. Those lists aren't meant to see who I give presents to, unless by presents you mean knife to the throat then hell yeah I give good presents. In fact you're going right on my "Stab in the balls with a pickaxe" list, don't like it? Blow me!
Persuasion: Evil
Type of Creature: I'm Santa Fucking Claus, that's what kind of creature
Powers: Well that Sack ain't full of toys, unless by toys you mean lots of big-ass knives. And ever wonder why Rudolph has a shiny nose? It's not cos of the blow, it's a high powered laser bitches
History: Well Once a year at christmas I find all the good little boys and girls and tear their heads off and shove them in their stockings. Oh I've always been a sick bastard, for as long as I can remember I've been the scaryest fucker christmas ever saw... till this fucking cocksucker in the publicity department of Coca-cola decided to make me their fucking spokesman. Now no one's a-fucking-fraid of me, it's like they all grew some balls and just pretended I wasn't their. Well I've had just about fucking enough of that shit. This year no fucker is gonna think I'm sweet, all the little bastards are gonna be so fucked they'll make whores look prudish.
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): My messed up mind
Approved ~ Jenny[/color][/u][/font][/size]
