epix37

m8 you have literally spat on my reputation and ground it up with cow pies in a smoothie

One time you called me a bad name in rp so I will never forgive you.

"It's a traaaaap!"

Mirko Vojovic sheds a lot of tears for the loss of who he believes the be the last Carrion.

Mirko is interested in joining this "WATO" thing.

Like actually, this is possibly the best culture idea I've ever seen on lotc

If this gets approved, I'm joining.

Mirko built the beam that impaled the giant. Mirko is the true hero here.

Mirko isn't entirely sure at all who Andrik is but he cheers anyway because he wants to look like one of the cool kids.

Mirko Vojovic cheers. "Remove Kovachev"

Mirko Vojovic grins devilishly, preparing his axe for war. "Goodbye Petrustan 'nation', privej Akovia empire!"

It was a sunny day in Athera. Mirko Vojovic, a proud man of Raev, skipped into the secluded, peaceful town of the Wood Elves after distributing free bread to strangers on the main road. He had been visiting this town since its establishment to see the progress of its construction, which he took an interest in as Minister of Construction of Akovia. However, this lad of Raevir descent was met with suspicion and fear from the elfskis because he spoke differently. Mere minutes after entering the town, Mirko was captured by armed guards and taken to prison on false charges of assault! The alleged victim entered the jail to identify his attacker from a lineup of three suspects including Mirko, but of course when he failed to do so, the immediate reaction of the guardsmen was to blame the Raevir! After begging and pleading with his captors for the opportunity to send for an alibi to vouch for him (something any just nation would instantly do), Mirko was finally granted his wish and sent for the gallant army of Akovia to free him from this elven oppression. At the end of the day no blood was spilt, but deep wounds were inflicted on the Raevir people as a whole. When little Vyacheslav of Karovia goes to sleep at night, he will know that all of Athera looks down on him and sees him as less than human. Svetlana the little ballerina cries every day because no one outside of her small town will ever value her dancing. As you can see, the effects of racial profiling toward the Raevir people are devastating. Next time you see a friendly man of Raev visiting your neighborhood, show him kindness and empathy instead of iron bars and the blade. Raevir lives matter.

Mirko Vojovic starts distilling more vodka!

Mirko ((epix37)) tilts his head, pondering what he could possibly want for Knoxmas... "Eh... Am wanting good soviet nuke to make removing of Saeurkrauts in Aesterwaldia!"

Mirko Vojovic runs through Vanderfell yelling, "RAEVIR LIVES MATTER!"

Mirko Vojovic frowns grimly and shakes his head as he lights his effigy of the Konig on fire.

Mirko Vojovic, entrepreneur and pub owner, walks around Akovia and on the main road up to Petrus, posting flyers on trees and signposts along the way. The flyers read: The Crippled Crow Pub- Open and Hiring! Located on the outskirts of Karovia, this lovely rustic pub provides a cozy, welcoming atmosphere as well as the best vodka in town. Drop by for a visit to enjoy our food, drink, and friendship and we'll help you get sloppy drunk. Can't find us? We're just a hop, skip, and a jump away from Karovia's town center, with helpful signs to guide you to our location. Looking for employment? The Crippled Crow is hiring now, but act fast! Job applications are coming in fast and we're running out of positions! If interested in a job, express your interest to Mirko Vojovic by bird or in person. We'll see you around!

Mirko Vojovic scratches his head, looking around at the innumerable Invictus bodies bleeding out on Akovian soil. "Is over already? Was only seconds ago that weird toga man said attack."

Eric Geminine sits in his basement trying to make a plague mask, but by some magical force none of his designs work. The skygods must want everyone to die.

Abul'Khair looks at the Bird Druid. "Wawt ahm ey sawppowsed too' sense?"

In the tent of the Batyr clan of the Subudai Coalition rests a small crib. In the crib, a child sleeps. She has tanned skin, dark hair, and green eyes. This child is Dinara, legitimate daughter of Abul'Khair Batyr. She has a stable family and lots of relatives/clan members. ((message me to play Dinara, I will give you lots of cactus green))

((MC Name: epix37 Which Dress are you buying?: Lovely Lavender Do you need a fitting?: No Do you wish a Recolor?: No Custom Dress made?: (please put it referance pics please) No -Will send gyazo of payment via Skype-