And I swear, if the misanthrope doesn't devolve into a serial killer or mass murderer, I will find you and beat you with oranges until you smell of that healthy vitamin-C from across the room and you have nothing but yellow wounds. Get it? Yello- shoot, oranges are orange. Uhm. Wait! I got it! Lemons! But then you won't smell of healthy vitamin C... Shoot, aw forget it, just make sure that the misanthrope turns into something nasty. OR ELSE I SHALL GLARE AT MY COMPUTER SCREEN WITH GREAT INDIGNATION AND TYPE NASTY THINGS ABOUT YOU ON SOMEONE ELSE'S LIVEJOURNAL.
You shouldn't have them listed, that defeats the purpose of it mate. Maybe mod it if you want so it -is-, but don't have it off the bat listed. Just observe them defacing carvings and nobles rooms, then put them all in a squad, then give them no labor. Deduction, man.
I think I'll compile some end results I've thought up:
Sadist: Eventually cannot do enough to satisfy his sadistic urges and starts crippling everyone he sees for life in a sort of "focused-Insanity" only maiming and mangling people. Will carry around several weapons to crush and slash and gore and hack away at people, breaking bones, rending flesh, and chopping off limbs until he's taken down. Which could take quite some time if it happens during a battle, or there's no traps inside the fort perimeter where he lives.
Sexual Deviant: Could start producing monter hybrids of things that are just wrong (tentacle demon + Male Dwarf = Ohgodmyeyes!) not to mention downright dangerous, or could end trade relations all at once and forever, along with sieges to follow. A "slighter" effect is that a plague of puppy sodomy and dwarven butt-burgling leads to the inquisition being called down and there being a mass lynching, corpses hung up in the main meeting area, or strewn across the statues in the statue garden.
Heretic: Worst case is the cult gets large enough, and it turns into a civil war. Except the cult has demons on it's side. And quite possibly half your military.
Sober: The stills are destroyed, the brewers killed in their beds, and all the booze dumped into the ground. Tantrums ensue, riots ensue, slaughter ensues.
Infiltrator: A massive siege arrives. S'alright, right, let the traps and fail-safes and lads in armor handle it, right? Wrong. The goblins/whatever are stealthed this time. No one saw it coming. Traps're disabled, the moat is redirected, Levers undone, the doors are gone, the weapons misplaced, and the siege starts once enough of your military men are asleep. Sucks to be you.
Anarchist: Civil war. Utter pandemonium. Destruction of lots of property. And you end up controlling the victor. Go you?
Thief: A dwarven mafia gets set up, fencing needed supplies to goblins, humans, elves, and whomever else can pay up. Rent is due, and anyone speaking up is quickly silenced, order of the DwarfFather. There's a secret war on now, between the innocents and the guilty and the inquisition, and everyone's going to get hurt. Prepare for lots of murders in the night with dwarves slaughtered in their beds.
Necrophiliac: Eventually the wrong granpappy gets "boned", if you know what I mean. Mass lynchings begin, and it doesn't stop after the necrophile dies, if he dies during the lynchings. Everyone is to blame, no one is innocent, and the world dissolves into grudges, tantrums, riots, crackdowns, and utter slaughter from which you may never recover.
Misanthropy: Minimum: The dwarf goes serial killing, always cutting off a body part and keeping it or taking the shirt or the pants and leaving their bum hanging out for the watchmen to find. Medium:The man berserks, going on a killing spree, locked in an enraged and a martial trance. He's the juggernaut powered solely by his hatred and spite for all life alone. The Max? Ooh baby, this is gonna be fun. Urist is gonna haver herself competition. Insanity takes hold, and no creature shall escape this dwarf's cold fury. The disgusting creatures crawling about in darkness shall be sterilized, and none shall become whole. What powers this dwarf is unique- it's more than anger, it's more than loathing- it is pure, platonic hatred of all life. Consider him the worst thing that can happen to your fortress. He is the Implacable man, and made of steel. He'll suit up in any weapons and armor available (and upgrade from dead corpses), grab a pick for good measure, and go to town, taking a few levels in agility, toughness, and strength, along with entering martial trance and enrage. He is your new nightmare, your worst nightmare, your last nightmare. He will be the dwarf under the bed of your children- until they are hacked to pieces or boiled by lava. The place is locked down, lava is dug in, miasma is let out, kittens and baby dwarves have their throats ripped apart by his teeth, fires are set, buildings torn down, and the entire fortress is going to go falling eight Z-stories straight into Buttf***ed, Region * ( <---that's a sphincter for those not associated with ASCII orifices). If you don't figure out and put a stop to this madman, your fortress and the very region itself may be doomed. He will kill them all.
And now I think I'll go to sleep.