As you can see by his unwavering commitment to a staring contest with the bar shelving unit, not even the tipsy orc gentleman beside me cares to admire my shapely physique when it’s shrouded in this primary color aesthetic crime. I’m all for guild pride, but what exactly am I “representing” here? Blindness?
Hopefully I’ll be exalted soon.
milk & moonfire 
Omg. Did you fall out of the Dick Tracy movie?
Crayolla called..
I can do this all day.
I wish there was an option for a glittery tabard. D: