Member Info
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Member Type: Regular Member
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Faction: Alliance
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Profile Views: 153 views
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Last Update: February 8
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Joined: January 5
Ol' Flubcoil
Ol' Flubcoil pulled himself up onto the Stormwind-side platform of the Deeprun Tram. Behind him, a sluggish trail of blood. His thin frame was almost transparent with blood loss. He tried to call for help but his old usually querulous voice came out as no... moreOl' Flubcoil pulled himself up onto the Stormwind-side platform of the Deeprun Tram. Behind him, a sluggish trail of blood. His thin frame was almost transparent with blood loss. He tried to call for help but his old usually querulous voice came out as nothing more than a rattling whimper. He set his head down on the floor, concentrating all his energy on being seen. It couldn't end like this, there were so many people who still had to pay. He had to make them suffer! But it was so hard to move.. and he was becoming so tired. less
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Ol' Flubcoil Ol' Flubcoil pulled himself up onto the Stormwind-side platform of the Deeprun Tram. Behind him, a sluggish trail of blood. His thin frame was almost transparent with blood loss. He tried to call for help but his old usually querulous voice came out as no... moreOl' Flubcoil pulled himself up onto the Stormwind-side platform of the Deeprun Tram. Behind him, a sluggish trail of blood. His thin frame was almost transparent with blood loss. He tried to call for help but his old usually querulous voice came out as nothing more than a rattling whimper. He set his head down on the floor, concentrating all his energy on being seen. It couldn't end like this, there were so many people who still had to pay. He had to make them suffer! But it was so hard to move.. and he was becoming so tired. less
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Ol' Flubcoil Ol' Flubcoil starts feeling drowsy and lightheaded. Despite the strip of his loincloth he's wrapped tightly around his broken arm, it really hasn't stopped bleeding yet. Or it has and he can't tell the difference... The emaciated waif starts to crawl slow... moreOl' Flubcoil starts feeling drowsy and lightheaded. Despite the strip of his loincloth he's wrapped tightly around his broken arm, it really hasn't stopped bleeding yet. Or it has and he can't tell the difference... The emaciated waif starts to crawl slowly towards Stormwind. Driven past his hatred for others by the primal urge of self-preservation. Rattling whimpers echo softly up the tram tracks.
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Ol' Flubcoil Ol' Flubcoil sits wedged between the metal and the glass enclosure of the Deeprun Tram, whimpering softly. His left arm dangles uselessly at his side, looking like the thin bone was pinched between two things till it snapped.
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Ol' Flubcoil They stole my things! Those thieving guards, well I'm going to march up there and give them a piece of my mind tonight! Just see if I don't!
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Character Information
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Character's First Name
Ol' Flubcoil
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Nickname
Birthname: Haigen Fizzcoil
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Title
Deranged Hobo
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Race
Gnome
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Class
Warrior
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Gender
Male
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Character Description
This gnome looks pretty ancient, and entirely insane. His tufts of white hair grow irregularly and go off in all directions. He wears only a loincloth, a stained, frayed, disgusting thing that has more space for random items tucked inside than should be physically possible.
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Location
Deeprun Tram Tracks
