Half-Ogre

"No wonder your so damn big...you must be a hit with the....er...um...members of the...oppasite...sex?", the sentry says carefully trying to determine if youve got a plug or a socket..."Never CAN be too sure tho...these demons can change shape y'know."

You shoot him another evil glare to shut him up...

"uum...n, next you have to list what you do for a living.."

You explain to the hic that your a Mercenary and that its the reason you
are here, but he persists they need to know exactly what your capable of...
So you fill out the form...with the quill in your hand...