Personalidade da semana: Braske

A little heads up.

Braske is the Lithuanian word for "Blood and guts thirsty person who likes to eat strawberries while smashing cabbages". Why do the Lithuanians have a word to describe such a person? We don't know but I'm assuming that, as descendant from the crossover between Vikings and Genghis Khan's Mongols, they have a lot of genetic confused cells.

When she joined our guild she was a lost and orphaned druid called Meiva, who nobody could accept as their own due to her being who she is. She wandered throw Dalaran's streets begging for whispers and some acceptance. Because the golden hearted Guild Master had some raiding history with this disturbed druid he invited her to join Pânico Coordenado so she could have a home. She won a home and a group of persons to whom she could call friends (and these ones were not from the hospital or NPC as the previous ones) and all was good.

As she was the only non-Portuguese (Boibumba and Tempestade don't count because they're Brazilians) person, she was still a little bit lonely so everyone, especially the GM, keep asking time after time, day after day, week after week, for her joining a raid and be with the guys. But she was a rude and bad mouthing person and every time that the GM asked politely and kindly for her to join she always answered with Lithuanian curses that would chill Marilyn Mason.

But one day she accepted the invitation and she raided with us and we all singed and gave her lots of gear she would sell later. All was good and everyone went to sleep in peace with the Universe. The next day, however, Meiva ninja'ed the guild bank, wrote hate letters to everyone, covered Dalaran with stupid graffiti portraying her former guildies and left without saying 'thank you'. She joined a 25-men raiding guild, seduced every man and woman with her sweet talks learned in our guild and climbed to the top ranks.

Everyone was sad. The ones who had donated a lung or a kidney felt more betrayed when they learned that she had sell the organs to buy a motorcycle which she rides to Zul Gurub every week.

Here comes Braske. Braske is the forth half of her splinted personality. Braske, who raids always drunk and cooks a terrible, terrible fish feast, asked to join the guild with the promise that all the bad things and attitudes stayed with Meiva. So far we haven't noticed the difference.

Braske is a Priestess. Now, you think, being a Priestess she most certain a Healer. Wrong. She is not. If she worked at a Hospital as a doctor, the patients would have better chances going directly to the morgue. She messes healing so much that her heals cause actually physical pain IRL. So, she stays in Shadowform most of the time, one job that she can do pretty well if there aren't other priests around. From time to time, because pain can be sometimes liberating, we ask her to heal and then call the raid off 10 minutes after.

She likes to roll for every piece of gear so she can sell it to a NPC and make some more gold. Why she needs so much money is unknown. Some say she's a bed's dealer. She always sending people to bed. You're sleepy? Go to bed. You're very awake? Go to bed. You're hungry? Go to bed. You're wining an argument with her? Go to bed NOW! "Bed" must be a Lithuanian concept which we don't fully understand. Or maybe they have cemeteries made of beds. We don't known.

Another interesting fact is her capability to handle up to 23 different parallel conversations, but only if Skanky isn't online. If she is, the number drops to 1 and we have to find two replacements. She also never buffs anyone because she's too good for that.

Situations which she caused: wiped everyone because she disconnected; wiped everyone because she was AFK; wiped everyone because she was switching computers; wiped everyone because she pulled the boss; wiped everyone because she could; wiped everyone because she was healing.