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Dustin Hoofman
Full Titles: The Jerk from the Slum
Nickname/Alias: Hoofman, Dusty
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Race: Red Caparii
Social Status: "SING US A SONG, YOU'RE THE GHETTO MAN!"
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 169 pounds
Date of Birth:
Date of Death:
Homeland: Not too far away from Dusk Port
Current Home: Stuck in the Tambry Slums.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: He may look bulky under his dirty old suit coat, but he's actually -very- skinny.
Hair: It's a reddish brown. Nobody knows if it's from the dirt or not.
Eyes: He's got dirty black eyes eyes
Skin: Brown.
Identifying Marks: He's filthy. And his startling black eyes.
Appearance: He looks like a rough and wild Caparii that wears a white and pink suit coat.
Clothing: His coat. Surprised?
Weaponry: His really mean words.
Prized Possessions: His suit coat.
Hygiene: He's dirty, but the coat is a bit less dirty.
Voice:
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: He's pretty good at manipulation and he's pretty darn fast and good at running around.
Fears: He's terrified of his mother.
Weaknesses: HE.... HATES.... MOOR ELVES! He also hears the voice of his mother when not in a sprawling city.
Intelligence: He's pretty darn smart, but not as smart as he wants to be.
Languages: Fae, Dwarven, Common.
Profession: Thief, Hobo, Gang/Guild Member
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: He's a complete jerk, he'll do anything for himself and hates Tambry and everyone in it safe for a few souls that he likes.
Religion or Cults: Visage
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Short Term Goals: He's got to get his suit cleaned.... Also, he likes that apple over there...
Long Term Goals: He's gonna get all the money, all of the goat girls, all of the everything...
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Somewhere that isn't a city.
Pastime: Stealing things.
Food: Lamb chops with mushrooms. And pumpkin pie.
Drink: Vodka.
Colour: Pink
Animal: Sharks.
Least Favourite...
Place: Tambry(He lives there and can't leave)
Pastime: Being with Moor Elves.
Food: Rotten eggs.
Drink: Goat milk.
Colour: Orange.
Animal: Goats
RELATIONS:
Loved:
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated: His mother... And Moor Elves.
Coat:
BACKSTORY: Dustin was born in the jungles to the far east of Tambry, his mother never liked him and constantly reminded him that he would have to do -something- for the family. After a few decades of this nonsense and his mother not allowing him to leave the jungles, she mysteriously vanished. Strangely enough, Dustin got an award for the best stew shortly afterward. I'm only kidding, he didn't eat her, the sharks did. Anyways, he left home and traveled far and wide for many years, his insanity slowly growing from his mother's constant ranting about how she should have gotten one of those Moor Elves to raise him as a father becoming too much! He went to Tambry and found that he hated the city, the people, and the food, but because it was so loud and noisy that his mothers voice was drowned out, and since whenever he leaves Tambry, he hears his mother again, he is more or less stuck inside the stupid city.
INSPIRATIONS: This is my wildest and craziest character yet. I made him to be part of the Thieves Guild dealio. Can you dig?
Full Titles: The Jerk from the Slum
Nickname/Alias: Hoofman, Dusty
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Race: Red Caparii
Social Status: "SING US A SONG, YOU'RE THE GHETTO MAN!"
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 169 pounds
Date of Birth:
Date of Death:
Homeland: Not too far away from Dusk Port
Current Home: Stuck in the Tambry Slums.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: He may look bulky under his dirty old suit coat, but he's actually -very- skinny.
Hair: It's a reddish brown. Nobody knows if it's from the dirt or not.
Eyes: He's got dirty black eyes eyes
Skin: Brown.
Identifying Marks: He's filthy. And his startling black eyes.
Appearance: He looks like a rough and wild Caparii that wears a white and pink suit coat.
Clothing: His coat. Surprised?
Weaponry: His really mean words.
Prized Possessions: His suit coat.
Hygiene: He's dirty, but the coat is a bit less dirty.
Voice:
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: He's pretty good at manipulation and he's pretty darn fast and good at running around.
Fears: He's terrified of his mother.
Weaknesses: HE.... HATES.... MOOR ELVES! He also hears the voice of his mother when not in a sprawling city.
Intelligence: He's pretty darn smart, but not as smart as he wants to be.
Languages: Fae, Dwarven, Common.
Profession: Thief, Hobo, Gang/Guild Member
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: He's a complete jerk, he'll do anything for himself and hates Tambry and everyone in it safe for a few souls that he likes.
Religion or Cults: Visage
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Short Term Goals: He's got to get his suit cleaned.... Also, he likes that apple over there...
Long Term Goals: He's gonna get all the money, all of the goat girls, all of the everything...
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Somewhere that isn't a city.
Pastime: Stealing things.
Food: Lamb chops with mushrooms. And pumpkin pie.
Drink: Vodka.
Colour: Pink
Animal: Sharks.
Least Favourite...
Place: Tambry(He lives there and can't leave)
Pastime: Being with Moor Elves.
Food: Rotten eggs.
Drink: Goat milk.
Colour: Orange.
Animal: Goats
RELATIONS:
Loved:
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated: His mother... And Moor Elves.
Coat:
BACKSTORY: Dustin was born in the jungles to the far east of Tambry, his mother never liked him and constantly reminded him that he would have to do -something- for the family. After a few decades of this nonsense and his mother not allowing him to leave the jungles, she mysteriously vanished. Strangely enough, Dustin got an award for the best stew shortly afterward. I'm only kidding, he didn't eat her, the sharks did. Anyways, he left home and traveled far and wide for many years, his insanity slowly growing from his mother's constant ranting about how she should have gotten one of those Moor Elves to raise him as a father becoming too much! He went to Tambry and found that he hated the city, the people, and the food, but because it was so loud and noisy that his mothers voice was drowned out, and since whenever he leaves Tambry, he hears his mother again, he is more or less stuck inside the stupid city.
INSPIRATIONS: This is my wildest and craziest character yet. I made him to be part of the Thieves Guild dealio. Can you dig?
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