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Name: 
Rattle'von'clatter

Species: 
Skeleton

Gender: 
Male

Age:
One hundred and seventy six.

Occupation: 
Self-proclaimed 'Warrior-Entertainer-Thing'.

Personality: 
Rattle is... Well, very strange. One of those lucky skeletons with a mind of his own and free will to boot, he proves to be a bit broken- In the most comical of ways. He's always talking, and seems to have issues with sitting still. For a literal bag of bones, he's fairly light on his feet, often jumping around while he tells his stories. While he -is- quite silly, he has the habit of trying to protect random people, thus why he wears his armor. (Seen in the appearance picture. But with plated pants, instead of a robe...) It's light-weight and doesn't offer much in the way of protection, but he claims it gives him confidence in his ability to kick butt, as he calls it. He also carries around a rapier, which, surprisingly, he's rather good with. Not that he gets to use it much, more often sticking to jumping around taverns and telling stories...

Despite needing nothing in the way or sustenance, he has the fond habit of drinking lots and lots of wine, the drink obviously just splattering over his ribs and onto whatever floor he's standing on at the time. His ribs have a permanent reddish stain to them due to this habit...

Bio: 
His history is rather simple. He was, obviously, raised from the earth by a lich, reborn from his grave for the soul purpose of serving his new master's whims. He spent the majority of his first century of life running errands, carrying things around, getting smacked in the head, and mindlessly clattering his teeth at the other skeletons in his Lich-lord's service, thus his name Rattle'von'clatter. (He still does a lot of both.)

But, around his ninety sixth year of servitude, his master was kind enough to release him from his bonds, giving him free will and a mind of his own! Both things are points of great pride to the skeleton, and he regularly boasts of how good it feels to not have to do what people tell him to all the time. Though, he has had his fair share of run-ins with the law since his release, as he takes his free will to his non-existent heart, often breaking laws simply because he -can-, now. He has made the decision to try and be relatively good, tell lots of stories, and protect people who he thinks need protecting. Usually in barfights. That end with him in prison, trying to reattach his limbs.

Generally a pretty funny guy to be around in a cell, though.

Stuff you often carry:
His strangely made armor, a rather nice rapier, and a whoooooole lotta toothpicks, which he chews on constantly. He doesn't exactly have anywhere to hold much else, seeing as the toothpicks are kept in a case in his pelvis. Skeletons hold no shame, he says.

Type of magic, if any:
He thinks he can make things blow up. This is false, and his 'attempts' usually end with him sulking in a corner, throwing firecrackers at people.

Anything else:
I love the scent of crushed pine needles.
Rattle loves cats of all kinds. Fluffy, lazy, adorable cats.
And yes. I play for comic relief. :3