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My one reservation playing as a Charr is this: Vengeance. I spent over half of my Tyrian life battling you. Explored hidden pockets of Ascalon tracking you. Looted many of your fallen forefathers for swag. Salvaged your pelts for the soft linings of my armor to kill your kind again. And again. You are enemy. Nemesis. The sweet sweet taste of victory....and you want me inside one of you?
Well buck up kitten! Pray to the Legion that whist I control one of you, that you never meet me. The 250 year old me. That is one bad ass chick....and she likes the smell of burnt Charr in the mornings.
Anyone else feel a bit of the same??