I must admit this was done at work and I was a bit distracted. Let me see if I can redeem myself with something a bit more compact.

Having quaffed his drink and smoothed his black tie and matching cummerbund, he strolled up behind the leggy blond leaning out over the balcony to firmly squeeze a handful of one of her copious flanks through her thin, black cocktail dress, and only after she spun and slapped him adroitly did he bother to introduce himself, saying "I'm sorry, ma'am, I thought you was my sister, but seeing as how as you have all your teeth and toes, I believe it is my delicious duty to ask you to dance in the hopes that I can discover who committed the egregious error of leaving you alone at my party without having first introduced us."

Here's another attempt to cram a character into the corridors of one sentence.

After surveying with cold blue eyes each of the black-masked snipers carefully training the infrared laser scopes of their military grade M249s at his chest, he opened the well worn overcoat to reveal a white tee-shirt, a grungy rag stained red and peppered over with bullet holes, and said with a smile as broad as half of Texas, "I'm going to tell you like I told my last two ex-wives: if you can find a heart, cry havoc and have at, but if not, I'm coming after your..."

"I'm doing this because no one else will save them," He whispered as he lifted his eyes to to the smokey heavens and cursed them, "Not even you."

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"I'm not going to roll the proverbial rock into the pond just because you're afraid of a few ripples if I toss the damn thing!"

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Seeing no alternative route and with their pursuers closing in, Zantra dropped her human illusion, grabbed the prince who stood protectively in front of her and then threw herself backwards through tower window; trusting her sense of flight wasn't too dulled after all these months in disguise with the wingless ones.

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There was something about his favorite political rival that made him shorter tempered than a bull in mating season.

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