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When assigned to a group project that's going slow, you shake your head and say, "In Rashemen we always encourage the slow with a loving backhand of productivity!"
Wherever you go, you open drawers and boxes and take what you please. You see nothing wrong with it, but live in constant fear of the Flaming Fist or Cowled Wizards popping in for a surprise visit.
Your pants are all gold, silver, or copper.
You dig up someone's grave, take the skeleton, spraypaint it gold, and name it Kangaxx. When someone angers you, brandish the skull in their face and threaten to have him cast Imprisonment.
You ask Borders to special-order a Tome of Leadership and Influence. They tell you it'll be there in a week, so you set up camp and do nothing but sleep till it gets there.
You talk with a goofy, loud accent and order people to do pushups. If anyone asks why, you say, "Because I *AM* the law!"
You annoy the hell out of friends and family by referring to every small task you have as a "quest."
You have a journal, and write down every little thing as soon as it happens. This includes writing about being mugged while the guy is still there.
You accuse people of being dopplegangers and punch them, trying to make them revert and attack you.
You go to a politician and slip him a medium-sized bag of gold coins and say, "So how about exempting me from that pesky law, hm?" Oh, wait, that's what real life is like...
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