Graz Hober, fresh from his gruelling training under Master Wo Tang Gung Ho in the snow capped mountain heights of his homeland, steps forth into the world, prepared to meet all challengers.
He seems a menacing figure as he strikes a pose atop a craggy outcropping of stone, arms akimbo and looking to the distant horizon. His face seems etched from stone with deep, craggy lines in his furrowed brow and high, strong, 'Good Russian Boy, you tell them that, 'cause yer momma said so' cheekbones, a chiselled chin, and dark, penetrating eyes.
A fly buzzes about him, totally unpeterbed by the bulging muscles and crew cut hairdo. Graz raises an eyebrow. The fly lands on his nose. Graz goes cross-eyed. But with lightning fast reflexes and preternatural mouth-tongue coordination, Graz snaps at the fly and traps it between his teeth, still alive and buzzing. Without flinching, he crunches down and keeps chewing...
After sucking the wings out from between his teeth Graz nods in satisfaction. In a really bad russian-english accent, Graz speaks to the world at large, "I be komink, I be seeink, I be konkerink... my first viktory. Let dis be a varnik to you all, for Graz Hober has arrived..."
And with that, he leapt down from the outcropping and begin prowling onwards across the plains, looking for bad guys to stomp upon, and pretty ladies to impress with his bulging... err... muscles.
To any and all challengers, he has only the following to say:
"I find your groundskeeper to be unkempt, your farm to be forgettable, and your stance to be honorless."
P.S. But he does so in a really bad russian accent and then tries very hard to look incredulously AT HIMSELF and asks himself why the hell he would start a fight with such a lame insult
Graz Hober
White Belt
