Moving right along, I ask for his character sheet and his bio. Those two were the gamebreakers for me. His character sheet was some bastard amalgamation from some 2001 character generator. ASCII border, horrible font, practically incomprehensible format. His bio/background was 27 pages. 27, typed, single spaced pages of 10pt Times New Roman. The enter key was NOT his friend.
The contents... god, where to begin. Once deciphered, the character was... ugh. Lvl 15. Monk. Paladin. Rogue. Race was Half-Dragon, Half Celestial. (aasamir i think). I missed it the first couple passes, but his BAB was in the 30s, his AC was 40+, his combined total numerical class level was 22, nevermind his class equivalent levels from the templates, and he had a DR of 35/-
His gear? 4.5 MILLION in gold. Fine, I've got a case of THATGUY going on here. Then I got to the bio.
The bio... Ohgodwtfareyoudoing.jpg. He was simultaneously the orphan child of two murdered gods of light, a master swordsman with a mysterious past, a cold blooded assassin with a heart of gold, a catboy, an elf, a half dragon, a full dragon, able to fly, able to teleport at will, able to poly self at will, bearing a sword made from the thighbones of his dead father. He could craft light. Not create, CRAFT. Like, sword of light, armor of light, all that. That was able to at will and reactive proc invulnerability, ghost touch, +5 flaming burst, ethereal, flying, indestructible, and usable only by him. Of course.
The deeper I got into the bio, the deeper into insanity I went.