My name is Charrles (Arson Charrles, they call me), prominent Engineer of the Iron Legion and pyrokinetics connoisseur; and I have a confession to make: I haven’t seen a real female Charr in ages (and the few I’ve seen don’t have an ounce of sense of humor) and, in a world where THREE male Charrs sire the ENTIRE Charr player character population, things can get very lonely.
On top of that, my warband was taken away from me, my mentor died and a bland-face talking tree stole all my glory. And since last November’s tragedy, I’m lost, guildless, just a husk of the Charr I once was… <clutches chest and raises claw, downed> <sad violin>
You know, just because I spend most of my time devising creative and entertaining methods of disabling, dismembering and carbonizing my enemies with explosives and unfriendly devices, it doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings too <sad face pause>. Under this blond, blood-soaked, sexy fur also beats a (very manly and muscular) heart. And there comes a time a smoking-hot 30-year-old, green-eyed, sharp-clawed Charr just needs to find that special someone to wander the world with, exploding things, holding paws at the sunset and hating ascended gear together. <happy hippie theme>
Likes: Dynamic Events, exploring, casual WvW, some PvP, roasting marshmallows with flamethrowers, playing my steam-powered guitar, making Sexy Sax Man serenades and long walks on the beach (over dead Karka).
Dislikes: Grind, chasing stats, Asura (only those alive and uncooked).
So if you have the formula to an elixir to heal my lonely soul and make the gears in my chest spin again, send me a letter.
( Or if you just happen to have a EU guild with a silly name, full of silly people who play for fun, and are usually talking nonsense (in a good way) and that’s not made of zombie farmers and teenagers, that would do too :P )
