Post by llama on Dec 8, 2016 10:11:40 GMT -4
Name: Michael Basque
Age: 44
Appearance: Michael is 5'6, average weight is 150 pounds. Michael is a Caucasian male with brown eyes, and short, brown hair. (I'm terrible at these things, I'll develop it more in the isrp)
Skills: Michael, due to literacy being a weakness and being on the lower class slide of life, hasn't learned any magic skills. Michael as well hasn't practiced swordplay. However, since he took over ownership of a well established bar, it is unlikely he will need to practice self defense.
Weaknesses: As described as above, Michael doesn't practice magic or have self defense skills.
Bio: Michael had a pretty crummy childhood. His parents abused him, and he did pretty terrible school wise, as his parents would taunt him by hiding schoolwork or destroying it. After he was kicked out of the house, Michael developed alcoholism, and struggled to find employment. Eventually, a bartender by the name of Cooke employed him as a waiter at his bar. Cooke took a liking to Michael, and the two developed a close friendship. The bartender gave Michael room and board, in exchange for his duties. Cooke signed into his will that Michael would own the bar when he passed, and a small loan of money to get started. In between shifts he slowly became literate. Cooke has recently died, thus passing ownership of the bar to Michael. However, Michael has a mid life crisis concerning confidence in his abilities and to socialize with other people.
Religious Affiliation: Michael hasn't partaken in organized religion and isn't interested in it.
Preferred starting Location: Dual Kingdom, preferably Greatility.
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It is the year 1575 and you know that there is plenty going on. Outside your quaint little establishment things are changing. Rapidly. With all the nations seeming to kind of waver on the topic of war, it could be as likely as it would not be. War could mean good business if it's outside the city or if the city is taken without too much destruction, as alcohol fuels the hearts of soldiers and the mourning, but there is still a bad feeling in your gut about this whole thing.
Inside your bar which Cooke had named Youfre's Throng, the walls clad with half naked pictures of the goddess, now splattered with alcohol and the various grime that travelers bring in. You know that this is partial to you, not being very religious and at the time being not being too inclined to clean them up. You remember how Cooke had tried to persuade you into having Youfre as your primary deity which occasionally lead to arguments but after a nice drink and a pat on the back, you two always managed to make up. You have had the occasional thoughts to take down all the paintings within the main rooms, but then you'd have to change the name of the bar and you're sure that would upset some of the regular tenants.. that and you think that if Cooke was still here today, he'd be really upset about that.
Speaking of tenants, you have some interesting ones at the moment. There is a blood mage elf by the name of Jexus, who didn't provide a last name, who has been here for quite some time. His mechanical, metal arm sometimes gives you the creeps and you often wonder what brought him from Frester all the way to the Dual Kingdom. Conversation has been difficult; whenever you try and approach him, he gives you a flash of what could be considered anger, and your blood feels hotter everywhere. After that, you decide you'll just talk to him tomorrow.
Next is a human who claims his name is Call Gruder, but you're sure this is a cover name due to the ridiculousness of it and was really jumpy when you gave him a second look. There has to be something more to this man, but he's usually holed up in his room and when he's not he's nervously looking over his shoulder in the shadiest regions of the bar.
A rather perky halfling is in your midst. A happy little gal named Debra, she seems to party more enthusiastically than some of the hardest men that accompany your fine business. She comes back night after night, buying drinks for guys and getting black out drunk. She seems sad at times but after some more alcohol and a handsome orc around her arm (she has to stand on a stool to do this), she lightens up.
Finally, there is your good friend Newt Rev. A human man who got his right eye cut out in a bar fight, he seems to have fled that old bar to take up yours. Living off a large sum of inherited money, he just kinda spends most of his time at your bar. You know he considers you more of a friend than you do, but that's fine.
It is currently creeping into night so the bar isn't as lively as it will be in another hour. Every aforementioned tenant is present as well as some people that came in for a drink. You're currently busy cleaning glasses and, much to your disdain, your door is kicked down. Inside gallops in a whole heap of trouble; Juxs, one of the most infamous gangs within Greatitity. The leader of the group looks around and lets out a yell, screaming, "WHERE IS THAT RAT BASTARD?"
Age: 44
Appearance: Michael is 5'6, average weight is 150 pounds. Michael is a Caucasian male with brown eyes, and short, brown hair. (I'm terrible at these things, I'll develop it more in the isrp)
Skills: Michael, due to literacy being a weakness and being on the lower class slide of life, hasn't learned any magic skills. Michael as well hasn't practiced swordplay. However, since he took over ownership of a well established bar, it is unlikely he will need to practice self defense.
Weaknesses: As described as above, Michael doesn't practice magic or have self defense skills.
Bio: Michael had a pretty crummy childhood. His parents abused him, and he did pretty terrible school wise, as his parents would taunt him by hiding schoolwork or destroying it. After he was kicked out of the house, Michael developed alcoholism, and struggled to find employment. Eventually, a bartender by the name of Cooke employed him as a waiter at his bar. Cooke took a liking to Michael, and the two developed a close friendship. The bartender gave Michael room and board, in exchange for his duties. Cooke signed into his will that Michael would own the bar when he passed, and a small loan of money to get started. In between shifts he slowly became literate. Cooke has recently died, thus passing ownership of the bar to Michael. However, Michael has a mid life crisis concerning confidence in his abilities and to socialize with other people.
Religious Affiliation: Michael hasn't partaken in organized religion and isn't interested in it.
Preferred starting Location: Dual Kingdom, preferably Greatility.
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It is the year 1575 and you know that there is plenty going on. Outside your quaint little establishment things are changing. Rapidly. With all the nations seeming to kind of waver on the topic of war, it could be as likely as it would not be. War could mean good business if it's outside the city or if the city is taken without too much destruction, as alcohol fuels the hearts of soldiers and the mourning, but there is still a bad feeling in your gut about this whole thing.
Inside your bar which Cooke had named Youfre's Throng, the walls clad with half naked pictures of the goddess, now splattered with alcohol and the various grime that travelers bring in. You know that this is partial to you, not being very religious and at the time being not being too inclined to clean them up. You remember how Cooke had tried to persuade you into having Youfre as your primary deity which occasionally lead to arguments but after a nice drink and a pat on the back, you two always managed to make up. You have had the occasional thoughts to take down all the paintings within the main rooms, but then you'd have to change the name of the bar and you're sure that would upset some of the regular tenants.. that and you think that if Cooke was still here today, he'd be really upset about that.
Speaking of tenants, you have some interesting ones at the moment. There is a blood mage elf by the name of Jexus, who didn't provide a last name, who has been here for quite some time. His mechanical, metal arm sometimes gives you the creeps and you often wonder what brought him from Frester all the way to the Dual Kingdom. Conversation has been difficult; whenever you try and approach him, he gives you a flash of what could be considered anger, and your blood feels hotter everywhere. After that, you decide you'll just talk to him tomorrow.
Next is a human who claims his name is Call Gruder, but you're sure this is a cover name due to the ridiculousness of it and was really jumpy when you gave him a second look. There has to be something more to this man, but he's usually holed up in his room and when he's not he's nervously looking over his shoulder in the shadiest regions of the bar.
A rather perky halfling is in your midst. A happy little gal named Debra, she seems to party more enthusiastically than some of the hardest men that accompany your fine business. She comes back night after night, buying drinks for guys and getting black out drunk. She seems sad at times but after some more alcohol and a handsome orc around her arm (she has to stand on a stool to do this), she lightens up.
Finally, there is your good friend Newt Rev. A human man who got his right eye cut out in a bar fight, he seems to have fled that old bar to take up yours. Living off a large sum of inherited money, he just kinda spends most of his time at your bar. You know he considers you more of a friend than you do, but that's fine.
It is currently creeping into night so the bar isn't as lively as it will be in another hour. Every aforementioned tenant is present as well as some people that came in for a drink. You're currently busy cleaning glasses and, much to your disdain, your door is kicked down. Inside gallops in a whole heap of trouble; Juxs, one of the most infamous gangs within Greatitity. The leader of the group looks around and lets out a yell, screaming, "WHERE IS THAT RAT BASTARD?"
