Unless otherwise noted, all contents of the Ughy Club were created by and belong to Jules and Stellaciel Blue since 2008. Yeah.
compiled by Stellaciel Blue |
No one knows the true identity of Kwight Fuer. We have only just discovered that his origins involve a reference to a case of shady grammer over a McDonalds iced coffee and a vanilla milkshake, in a dark (but white) SUV, at 10:30 PM in July of some lost year. We have reason to believe he has distant connections to a German prince turned KGB informer. Nevertheless, his honor remains intact and he continues to elude all spies and detectives. Even L. |
| the Profile: | |
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| Age: | unknown |
| Height: | 6' 2.25" |
| Nationality: | German, Prussian, Austrian, or that funny middle ground that contains strains of Moroccan |
| Personal Idiosyncrasy: | loves cameras with an unsurpassed passion, refuses to face them - an average one-sided love affair, presumably leading to the demise of one or both involved parties |
| Characteristic Accessory: | mysterious swishy cape and large floppy hat, both in coal black, with invisible polka dots for protection |
| Ideal Vacation Spot: | Under the Iron Sea. If not possible, then under the Dead Sea. Preferrably with a series of cryptic scrolls as reading material. |
| Most Hated Architectural Style(s): | Roccoco and Bauhaus |
