Now, what I want to know is what kind of scheme are you, myspace, and Richard Branson running, Surgeon?
Elementary my dear gear, and since it you cannot stop it, I will tell you...
A hefty part of our work is intimidation—being able to strike fear into our foes’ hearts just by hinting that we might be involved in a certain incident. It puts the protagonists off guard, turns generic farmers into jelly, and ensures that fellow Hands of Translucence would rather be with us than against us. Now, some of us have that presence innately, or are good at looking fearsome; we can just walk into a room, and everyone in it starts backing away slowly or outright panicking. But others of have trouble with that. Either we’re singularly unassuming, or there’s just no way to really get across our true natures or power through appearance without looking like we’re trying too hard.
The answer to this is simple: don’t let them see you. This doesn’t mean you have to be perpetually invisible, and it certainly doesn’t mean you need to skulk around and hide every time they’re facing in your general direction. But what it does mean is that when they do see you, you want to make it hard to tell what exactly you look like. Perhaps you’re using the standard cloaking shadows to hide specific details of your appearance, or backlit so brightly that they can’t even look at you without going blind. Maybe you’re the silhouette in the distance, or the voice from behind something solid. Or you might be unassuming, so they’ve fought you but never know what you really look like. Or maybe you're right in front of them, 30 feet tall on your TV screens and in your films. In short, you’re nebulous.
We've cultivated a distinctive and unsettling voice—maybe it’s booming, maybe it’s two pitches at once, perhaps it’s one of those creepy calm ones that makes people wonder just what you’re hiding behind it. Be preceded by a scent—even the smell of Thin Mints are intimidating if the first time you made your presence known was right after a troop of Girl Scouts vanished. We have a sort of tangible distance-aura—maybe an unusual temperature, a presence or absence of ambient magic, a thickening of the air, things like that. Ill omens announce our presence—but we turn them off at times, so we can still just sit down and buy a drink.
There have been plenty of times we've made our presence known without actually being seen. This unknown quantity factor intimates at what we're capable of, and most importantly lets you construct your own images of what fear and loathing...what exactly we might be. Nothing you can put together is going to come near to equaling whatever it is we are as you try to fall asleep in your little inns or tents or what have you.
Our motto: be heard and not seen. It’ll do half your work for you.
So just cast your vote for gods sake, it's anonymous,
From a woman's point of view this is both hilarious and amusing to see what categories you fellas place the women in. lol Marion seems the clear winner you'd like to take home and keep...The biggest loser here seems to be going to Willie lol Not surprising choices you guys are making but this is a funny thread lol