Maitria

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About Maitria

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  • Birthday 05/29/1984
  1. <p>That's me. With a wig and a dress on.</p>

    <p>Nope, I think it's some random chick that Maitria found and edited a lot. I don't think she's even a celebrity.</p>

  2. <p>Who is that a pic of?</p>

  3. <p>Well, I *WAS* in the..</p>

    <p>Nevermind.. You can know if you ask. /grins evily</p>

  4. <p>BAH HUM FUCKING BUG!</p>

    <p>You're a scrooge...</p>

  5. <p>Well, it's mine now, dammit! Everyone out!</p>

    <p>.. Ahhhhhh! The Light!</p>

  6. <p>Err...</p>

    <p>Last I checked... Which was approximately two seconds ago...</p>

    <p>This was Maitria's page.</p>

    <p>*Pulls out laser light and shines it in your eyes*</p>

  7. <p>That's it. Both of you are evicted.</p>

    <p>OUTTA MAH PAGE!</p>

    <p>*Pulls out shotgun.*</p>

  8. <p>*Curls an arm around Maitria's waist.* Hmm... Well, in that case, I suggest we get started immediately on this army of undead babies.</p>

    <p>400 BABIES!</p>

  9. <p>*snakes her arm around Emme* Yush. We are fornicating. We will make lots of undead babies.. soooo manyyyy babiesssss. We'll make an ARMY! An army of undead babies! And we'll march them on the entierty of Azeroth!</p>

  10. <p>*Looks around nervously*</p>

    <p>We ish fornicating? That's pretty much all I got outta that... </p>

    <p><img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

    <p>Undead babies FTW.</p>

  11. *A goblin reporter had been following and pestering Maitria for about a minute or two now. An annoyed scrowl was apprent under her hood as she muttered quietly to herself. He presisted on, asking her questions about her daughter Ellynia, Aest, and of course Alivar.* Hey Lady! I'm talkin to you! *The goblin exclaimed. Maitria froze for a moment and slowly turned her head to the side but didn't face him. Her demeanor wiped the expression from the goblin's face.* Filthy greenskin mongrel... don't touch me. By business is my own. Now get out of my site before I gut you and use you as a carrying pack. *The goblin froze for a moment before Maitria snatched her cloak away while turning around and punting the small creature away with her heavy plated boot.* BE GONE, MUTT! *Maitria grumbled as she turned around, the goblin screeching as it flew across the Dalaran walkway. Casually, she walked away muttering to herself as she did before.*
  12. <p>... as long as she got her money, he can kill whoever he wants. Just make sure the gavel hits to dismiss first.</p>

    <p>((<3 you baby))</p>

  13. <p>Depends on the judge.</p>

    <p>In that case, Alivar would have the judge, jury and all replacements thereafter killed.</p>

  14. <p>300 dollars?! He's worth more than that!</p>

  15. <p>$300 a month and no Ressan Spire to live in?</p>

    <p>Good luck with that. Hah! Enjoy the most miserable 18 years of your life.</p>

    <p>.. Or more, since you're an Elf. DOOM!</p>