Name: Virgil
Age: 16
Species: Slig, Worker Class
Personality: Sarcastic slacker
Appearance: Your average Slig. Recognized when heard, not seen.
Biography: Virgil is a slig who has come under the idea that he is a tragically misunderstood genus of the Slig race. After spending a rather absurd amount of his life writing an advice page* for the "Daily Deception," he was conscripted into Rumor Kontrol**, where he spread mayhem and chaos. In a noble (but possibly misguided) effort to simultaneously continue to employ Virgil, and salvage RK, he was transfered to the newly restored Rupture Farms, where he currently resides as the local smart-alec. Sharp tongue, but lack of any work ethic, many scratch their heads as to why he has yet to be fired. Enjoys being problematic and offering, "advice with a price."
Odd Trait(s): Where in Hades did he obtain that Russian accent?
Favorite Hang-Out: The SoulStorm Brew Vendo, located in the Employee Lounge.
Catch Phrase: "The trouble with this universe, is the surplus of problems and the lack of complainers."
*"Ya want sympathy? Write to Abby. Ya want sarcasm? Write to Virgil."
**"What the public don't know, won't hurt us."
NOTICE: Virgil is currently boarding at FeeCo Depot, and shall not appear at Rupture Farms until later notification. Thank you.
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Reports of my death have been somewhat exaggerated.
"Is my species of consequence to you now, Mustang? Did you really want my position that badly? Although I can appreciate the vanity of ambition, you should have spent more time planing. Even if you had somehow pulled this off, the counsil would have found you out, and they'd never let an assassin back into their fold." - Pride, FullMetal Alchemist
Last edited by Nepharski; 11-28-2004 at 11:01 PM..
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