from "Exalted and Self-Identification (hey Neall!)" on the White Wolf forums
Cosmic power flows through me, yearning to build worlds and tear them asunder. I am that I am, and all that is bows before me or sickens and dies. In my left hand is cold fire. With my right, I raise monoliths to my glory and crush my enemies. Upon me rests the crown of the universe.
And do you know what else?
I am so fucking metal my name is a power chord.