I sort of like it, though I suspect the men in my life may not approve ;-)
|Roll up, roll up! see the Amazing Bearded Lady from the icy steppes of Russia!|
I was at a LARP event last weekend. It was set in the 1930s and we were all rather down-on-our-luck carnival performers. This being a Cthulhu game, our luck did not get appreciably better, it must be said.
I spent much of the weekend hiding under various beds (Don't knock it, it works!), but then died in the final face-off against the monster when I was horribly mashed by a tentacled ex-friend and then thrown through a Gate into the Void.
There must be a moral in there somewhere...
Anyway, my character was an immigrant from Murmansk. Here's the full get-up - I was actually pretty proud of my Sami-style drum painting. And the beard survived being slept in!
What I learned about having a beard: ALWAYS check yourself in a mirror after eating. Especially soup. The debris problem is hell.