[Diamond18]

Well, since I kept close tabs on Alk’s picture page, I’ve seen a lot of members as they really are, so my mental picture sort of jives with that.

This leaves me with two options pertaining to this thread. A: I could write picture perfect descriptions of those members and pretend that I’m just that psychic. However, since I have already given myself away, I shall opt for option B:

Estelyn Telcontar

Esty is somewhere between 70 and 80. She’s had a hard life, and lost all of her head hair, so she wears a blonde wig that is in stark contrast with her bushy black eyebrows. Indeed, though she is bald on top, all other areas are well covered. She dresses in burlap tunics, which she has hand embroidered with tulips and daffodils.

THE Squatter of Amon Rûdh

Squatter is, in a word, squat. He is roughly twice as wide as he is tall, and rumor has it that he has not stood on his own two feet since 1978. His hair is long and flowing, except when he braids it or wears it in twin buns above his ears. He favors tight leather, though “tight” is basically what anything would be on his frame.

burrahobbit

Likes dresses.

Mithadan

Good Ol’ Mith is sunburnt to a crisp, except for his nose, which he has liberally plastered with sunscreen. He is tall and muscular, because he spends 90% of his life in the gym or on the beach, working out and sucking his stomach in when the ladies pass by. Indeed, he is one giant flexing muscle from head to toe. His hair is slicked back with Pomade, and he always carries a comb with him, which he tucks in his Speedos when not using.

Bêthberry

Bêth is red, round, and plump, a right cute little berry. She chortles and chuckles while talking and typing, and has a little habit of hooking her pinky in the corner of her mouth. Her hair is a tangle of red frizzy curls, and is home to two bird’s nests and a spider’s web. She is never caught wearing anything but gingham dresses, though in private she has tried on the odd spandex catsuit every now and then.

The Saucepan Man

Saucy is always, but always, sauced. His red rimmed eyes and bulbous nose gives away his binge drinking nights, though during the day he tries to pretend that he is Okay. His clothes are muddy and torn, but he doesn’t notice, playing the dashing rogue wherever he goes. He wears a pork pie hat and smokes old stogies.

The Barrow-Wight

B-W really needs to eat more. He is so skinny that you can play backgammon on his ribcage. He shaves his head so that you can see his bluish scalp in all its glory, and wears a black headband. There is a bull ring in his nose, seven studs in his eyebrows, and a faux emerald navel piercing in what appears to be his belly button. Also, a tattoo of a naked hula dancer on his right biceps, if you can call it a biceps, because he’s so wasted. B-W shuns shirts, but wears baggy denim pants that hang down to reveal his red silk boxer shorts.

Sharkû

It’s unclear what Sharkey really looks like, because he always wears his Bonbon the Clown costume.

Mister Underhill

Underhill is thin, but in a tense, ready-to-pounce kind of way. He dresses in snappy black suits, ominously glinting platinum tie clips, and always wears shades that reflect back at you. His hair is receding at a disturbingly rapid rate, but he doesn’t notice, and walks around with a swagger that indicates he is the most highly intelligent life form he knows. That’s Missssster Underhill, to you.

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I am so dead.....