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Ghutlar |
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Judging by the number of birthdays my mistress has allowed me to celebrate... One-half. |
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Human |
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Any level of my mistress' (rightful) Dungeon domain. |
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Whatever my mistress desires to call me is my privilege. |
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'Yes, your Stunningness!' 'I'm sorry, your Beauteous Rotundness!' |
I am servant to the potently gorgeous Morgaine of Evil - making me the luckiest eunuch alive.
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I can't remember the last time I was allowed an evening meal. I might get overexcited, and careless with my spork - not very safe.
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Appearing from foreign parts, I answered the call for a new assistant for the greatly gracious Morgaine. No one as powerfully precious as my mistress should be straining themselves unless they wish to - so whilst I am honoured to be allowed to cower at her Stunningness' side, I am often out in the Dungeon, striving to do her bidding with the golden coathangers she lends me from her awesome wardrobe, and to remind people to fear the alluring malevolence of Morgaine of Evil... or else! |