Post by Zann'rajh Stormhowl on May 28, 2009 2:45:01 GMT -5
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Basic Info
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Name: Bartholomew Thymescudd (better known as Black Bart)
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Species: Hare
Ship: None (Works in the Green Dragon Tavern)
Position: Barman
Map Pieces:
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Physical Info
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Appearance: Bartholomew is a hare of slightly above average build, standing a bare few centimeters in height above most other hares. He boasts a very modest beer belly as while he consumes as much as a regular hare he gets considerably less excercise due to his work. His nickname, Black Bart, derives from his pitch black fur, with a white underbelly being the only variation in his dark appearance. Most beasts find his left eye very disconcerting, as despite the fact it is completely blind (a birth defect) the startlingly white orb always appears to be focusing on them. His good right eye is coloured like burnt gold, and always seems to be set in a fierce glare.
Bartholomew tends to wear a reed sleeveless jacket adorned with an obscure symbol sewn into the back, which resembles an eagle flying into the sun. He also wears a thin snakeskin belt around his waist with a small pistol strapped to it in the event of trouble in the tavern. His left ear is adorned with several ring piercings and a single bell at the top that clink and jingle ominously when he moves.
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Personality
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Personality:
Bartholomew is a textbook barman. He may not be exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he is sly and streetwise enough to do well for himself in a community of pirates and ruffians. He is quiet, moderately friendly, reasonably suspicious, and inherently nosy. He will serve most customers without trouble, if they have the money; but anyone trying to ask for credit or refusing to pay their tab can expect a trademark hare kick to the face. He prefers not to intrude on small fights within his tavern, but will take swift and vengeful action if anyone breaks anything. In the finest traditions of barmen, he keeps his ears open all the time. Whispered conversations in the shadows, raving drunks, idle chatter, he listens to everything and remembers everything he hears. As a result he is the most reliable source of information in Loamsdown, but will demand a modest price for the information he is about to impart. He will however occasionally offer discounts to valued customers and friends.
Bartholomew has a bizarre sense of humour, and finds the strangest things amusing. He is very picky in his friendships, but the select few have a loyal friend for life. He is very attached to his tavern, and has come to view it as a living, breathing being. As such, he will viciously defend every inch of it. Bartholomew may not be exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he is sly and streetwise enough to do well for himself in a community of pirates and ruffians.
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Past Info
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History: Bartholomew’s past is a bit of a mystery to all. Although it is well known that he was born and raised in Salamandastron, where he served for a while in the Long Patrol, after this his life’s story is pure guesswork. It is said he abandoned the mountain to seek his fortunes on the high seas. Bartholomew himself has admitted to having served on several ships. Rumour has it that his mysterious jacket is a relic of his last journey. He refuses to yield any information on the subject, leading most to believe that some tragic fate must have befallen the crew. The only hints Bartholomew will divulge are the words “Pequod” and that “the captain was mad as a bloody box o' frogs”.
Whatever his life was like on the sea, it had clearly tired him to the point where he only wanted to settle down on the land again, yet clearly he had profited greatly from it. He arrived in Loamsdown when he was 32, with enough gold in his pockets to purchase a large establishment, which after some serious repairing and knocking into shape eventually was baptized as the Green Dragon Tavern, and Bartholomew, or as is he known to the locals, Black Bart, has manned the bar for twenty years, ever since its opening day.
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Relationships
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(I’ll fill this in as RPs progress)
[Family]
None
[Friends/Crewmates]
[Lovers/Crushes]
[Enemies]
[Subordinates]
( How’z about anyone else working in the Green Dragon? Canons? Anyone feel like making a waiter? )
Basic Info
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Name: Bartholomew Thymescudd (better known as Black Bart)
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Species: Hare
Ship: None (Works in the Green Dragon Tavern)
Position: Barman
Map Pieces:
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Physical Info
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Appearance: Bartholomew is a hare of slightly above average build, standing a bare few centimeters in height above most other hares. He boasts a very modest beer belly as while he consumes as much as a regular hare he gets considerably less excercise due to his work. His nickname, Black Bart, derives from his pitch black fur, with a white underbelly being the only variation in his dark appearance. Most beasts find his left eye very disconcerting, as despite the fact it is completely blind (a birth defect) the startlingly white orb always appears to be focusing on them. His good right eye is coloured like burnt gold, and always seems to be set in a fierce glare.
Bartholomew tends to wear a reed sleeveless jacket adorned with an obscure symbol sewn into the back, which resembles an eagle flying into the sun. He also wears a thin snakeskin belt around his waist with a small pistol strapped to it in the event of trouble in the tavern. His left ear is adorned with several ring piercings and a single bell at the top that clink and jingle ominously when he moves.
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Personality
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Personality:
Bartholomew is a textbook barman. He may not be exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he is sly and streetwise enough to do well for himself in a community of pirates and ruffians. He is quiet, moderately friendly, reasonably suspicious, and inherently nosy. He will serve most customers without trouble, if they have the money; but anyone trying to ask for credit or refusing to pay their tab can expect a trademark hare kick to the face. He prefers not to intrude on small fights within his tavern, but will take swift and vengeful action if anyone breaks anything. In the finest traditions of barmen, he keeps his ears open all the time. Whispered conversations in the shadows, raving drunks, idle chatter, he listens to everything and remembers everything he hears. As a result he is the most reliable source of information in Loamsdown, but will demand a modest price for the information he is about to impart. He will however occasionally offer discounts to valued customers and friends.
Bartholomew has a bizarre sense of humour, and finds the strangest things amusing. He is very picky in his friendships, but the select few have a loyal friend for life. He is very attached to his tavern, and has come to view it as a living, breathing being. As such, he will viciously defend every inch of it. Bartholomew may not be exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he is sly and streetwise enough to do well for himself in a community of pirates and ruffians.
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Past Info
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History: Bartholomew’s past is a bit of a mystery to all. Although it is well known that he was born and raised in Salamandastron, where he served for a while in the Long Patrol, after this his life’s story is pure guesswork. It is said he abandoned the mountain to seek his fortunes on the high seas. Bartholomew himself has admitted to having served on several ships. Rumour has it that his mysterious jacket is a relic of his last journey. He refuses to yield any information on the subject, leading most to believe that some tragic fate must have befallen the crew. The only hints Bartholomew will divulge are the words “Pequod” and that “the captain was mad as a bloody box o' frogs”.
Whatever his life was like on the sea, it had clearly tired him to the point where he only wanted to settle down on the land again, yet clearly he had profited greatly from it. He arrived in Loamsdown when he was 32, with enough gold in his pockets to purchase a large establishment, which after some serious repairing and knocking into shape eventually was baptized as the Green Dragon Tavern, and Bartholomew, or as is he known to the locals, Black Bart, has manned the bar for twenty years, ever since its opening day.
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Relationships
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(I’ll fill this in as RPs progress)
[Family]
None
[Friends/Crewmates]
[Lovers/Crushes]
[Enemies]
[Subordinates]
( How’z about anyone else working in the Green Dragon? Canons? Anyone feel like making a waiter? )
