Horrid

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Alice

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Skyline Galea, Sopor
Galea Maejor Resort
Executive Conference Room
Front

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"You'll be doing a lot of things. I, personally, don't need a body guard."

Alice's silhouette crackled with noise the color of a dead TV channel. It took a moment for the words to register. Her purpose was in question and the only one that could rectify it was the man in front of her.

"It'll be more like errands. My biggest problem right now is my debtors... and another list of suits who need some nudges, if you get what I'm saying."

The mention of errands make Alice's mouthless face roll with a buzzing wave of chromatic afterimaging and blurring. She liked money and she liked work but she didn't like playing errandgirl. Luckily the sly mention of suits and their need for 'nudging' perked her up again. Her eyes seemed to flash, as if changing channels.

"Shiny, bossman! Now this sounds like my kind of work. Smack 'em 'nd stack 'em, just like back home!"" She chirped, fingers of one hand twiddling on the scuffed and dirty handlewraps of her blade, like a manic flute player. Her raincoat, tanktop and baggy cargo pants tucked into combat boots combo didn't help her look the part of a clean-cut mercenary. The baseball cap emblazoned with the 'Big $ Mama' logo helped even less. But nonetheless she was excited enough to have it show in her very being.

"...and meet me in the lobby in 30. There's a party not too far from here. It's not really fancy or anything, but it wouldn't be such a bad thing for me to show up with an entourage."

She snapped away from her excitement for long enough to catch the last part of the order, and looked back to the others with smiling eyes.

"Ohohoho, y'got it, boss. I'll wrangle 'em real good for ya."

Alice snapped a salute, turned on her heel and goose-stepped away in almost satirical fashion. She took an at-attention stance in the immediate middle of the dispersed group.

"Alright, chummers. Y'heard the man. We got 30 minutes 'til wheels up. Get primped and preened. We're playin' posse tonight."

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Bartimus, in all of his birdly curiosity, regarded each of his new companions individually with a turn of his head to each of them and a quizzical tilt to the side. His body remained stationary as his head revolved on its axis almost 180 degrees in each direction to size up each of the party members that arrived.

Kol'Rakul's offered friendly hand surprised Bartimus but he did not turn it away. He took the gesture with cautious deliberation before offering his arm and gripping the large man's at the forearm, taking care not to dig his claws in.

"Well met, large one. I am Bartimus. The art of the axe is an underappreciated marvel in these parts. I have only seem axemen taking their quarrel to the tree's for firewood. Hardly a fierce opponent. I am eager to see a true artisan in motion. I am sure we can learn much from each other."

His 'horns' quirked as another voice called out for the bird person present. A higher-pitched voice, belonging to the very pale girl decked out in the trappings of an alchemist. Her girlish crooning coupled with the barbarian's comments on his plumage fed an ego that Bartimus had worked hard to suppress, and he subconscious ruffled his feathers and stood taller. Instead of looking more imposing however, He merely looked more approachable. More... soft.

"A pleasure to meet you too, young alchemist. One hopes that over the course of this endeavor, I might have an opportunity to regale you with tales of my nest. The proud history of my people. Books cannot capture it's essence fully. It's all chickenscratch to be frank."

He capped the statement off with a soft hoot before Irthorne began his speech. Bartimus nodded along and at the mention of needing people for the surface, began rubbing at his beak as if rubbing at a tickle in a human nose. When Irthorne approached asking for a favor, Bartimus leaned in with interest and attention firmly held by the gnome.

"I'm of no mind to reject a request. What need have you of this lowly Kenku?"

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Never underestimate the big man.

Remember Fat Albert?

ＫＩＮＧＤＯＭ ＤＥＡＴＨ

How is this?

Character

Name:
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Sex:
Male

Appearance:
Soft build with substantial muscle hidden beneath his slight chub. Chiseled face and square jaw hidden beneath chubby cheeks and neck fat. Stands at 6 and a half feet, wide shoulders, large hands and feet, and round belly. Dark brown skin, icy blue eyes. Curly black hair.

Personality:
Spiteful, reclusive, hardened. One to stick to the sidelines at the beginning of an encounter and measure an opponent up before jumping in with almost malicious penchant for violence. Has a taste for cruelty. Otherwise fond of a good joke but can sometimes go too far.

Regards the weak with slight disdain but will play favorites if given time. Has a soft side that rarely shows.

Fighting Arts:
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Disorders:
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Weapon Proficiency:
--

Abilities:
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Gear:

• Very Large Loincloth
• Founding Stone

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The promise of deadly encounters and strong opponents in the request for help had already excited Bartimus beyond his reckoning. From the moment he got the request to assist with the spelunking of this forgotten, forbidden ruin of evil intent, his feathers had been ruffled and his sword hand itched with feverish excitement. He had walked for 2 days and 2 nights without rest just to be here at the agreed upon time, lugging his heavy pack clattering with pots and pans through wood and wind, hail and frost with no signs of slowing or stopping sheerly because of how much he relished the battle ahead.

It was for this reason that he was tied up in the higher branches of a rather large oak, with his pack hoisted on rope away from the earth to dangle next to him. Every warrior has their limits, and his was met in the dark of the night he had arrived. The cover of the tree's canopy hid him from sight, but his softly hooting snore was faintly audible, echoing past the leaves and being carried by the soft wind of the chilly spring morning.

He woke suddenly and looked up through the covering of leaves and twigs to see the warm light of the morning sun shining through. A moment's deliberation pushed him into moving as he set to untying the rope holding him to the tree and grabbed his pack, untying it as well before letting himself down as quickly as he could. He coiled the rope for later use and secured it to his pack before approaching the already gathered party with a twittering yawn. He checked his blades in their hip sheathes, his shining silver blade, polished to a mirror finish, and his shorter iron blade, showing the signs of use wth it's nicks and burrs, and its spots of rust near the guard. The shortbow and quiver secured to the side of his pack creaked and shuffled as he approached.

"You folk, no concern for the resting nomad. Clatter and clank and scream. Its enough to make a man wish for his nest again." Bartimus said as his feathers puffed up in the crisp morning air, making him look less warrior and more child's companion. He looked to Irthorne and gave a respectful nod, already familiar with the gnome's manner, "Where am I required? My heart is uneasy with all of my inactivity of late."

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You had me at retro, but I started salivating at the mech suits. Interested.

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@Banana
Big Bart will go wherever the opponents are strongest. Hopefully that is on the surface.

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Bartimus Squawk

Character Name:
Bartimus Squawk.

Race:
Kenku. The bird people.

Gender:
Male.

Age:
27.

Appearance:
Bartimus stands at a full height of 5' and weighs around 60kg. He's MUSCLED. He has a humanoid body shape, wiry arms and firm legs attached to a torso rippling with pectoral and abdominal muscles. His arms end 4 fingered, birdlike hands and his legs stand upon four toed bird feet.

Unlike his crowlike cousins, Bartimus more resembles a great horned owl, with feathers of dusty brown, tan and black, a wicked curved beak and two feather tufts that look like horns.

He usually chooses to wear light cloth garb of various patterns and colors. He favors cooler colours like browns, tans and blues.

Personality and Motivations:
Bartimus Squawk is a hardened veteran of the open road and a stoic, loyal ally to have on one's side. He is cautious and wary at first but can be won over if shown that the intentions of the other party align with his. When on friendly terms, he is fond of sharing his tales of the road and hearing the stories others have been through. He can be fiercely competitive in some cases, martial pursuits especially, and is always open to a bit of friendly competition.

His motivations for travelling the roads and delving into dungeons galore is simple. He wishes to become the Battle Lord. A title he invented to mean, the undisputed master of all weaponry and combat. He wishes to master every weapon he gets his hands on. He pursues this goal to become the greatest fighter and one day return home to rescue his nest from the foul tyrant, Pterano, the Dreaded Wing.

Class and Alignment:
Neutral Good Fighter.

History:

• Was born to a nest of crows, where a mysterious stranger dropped him to be raised.
• Instead of working as a seed farmer, Bartimus heard the tales of the great heroes of his people. Ka'Zoo'Wi the Eggmaiden and Mepmep, Runner of the Roads. GREAT WARRIORS IN THEIR OWN RIGHT. He immediately began training to become a warrior.
• Days got darker as the tyrant Pterano the Dreaded Wing took the village by force. He dared any to challenge his might and rule, and Bartimus accepted.
• The resulting beatdown nearly killed poor Bartimus, but he managed to sneak away into a self-imposed exile until such a time that he can face and defeat the one holding his home in his clawed grip.
• Now Bartimus travels the roads looking for the greatest fighters and teachers to show him all that he can learn about the art of combat. One day he'll save his estranged crow people. One day.

Equipment:
Weapons: A silver arming sword, an iron shortsword, a shortbow and a leather quiver.

Clothing: Hooded cloth robes, hand and footwraps, multiple Kenku charms made of wood, hide, twine and feathers.

Backpack: Journal with quill made from his own feather, inkwell, whetstones, oil and rags, rope, sleeping roll, chalk, candles, flint and steel, pots, pans and eating utensils, survival knife, waterskin and trail rations.

Skills and Spells:
Simple Weapon, Martial Weapon, Exotic Weapon and Shield Proficiency Feats. All the fighter feats such as Cleave, Improved Critical, Spring Attack, Improved Initiative, Two-Weapon Fighting, Improved Unarmed Strike, etc.

Kenku have the ability of Mimicry, imitating any sound they hear or forging any handwriting they see. This vocal mimicry can be foiled by a good Wisdom score and the forgery by a good Intelligence score.

Increased Dexterity and Charisma. The latter due to his fluffy feathers.

Miscellaneous:
He may be a dangerous warrior but he's still very warm and fluffy.

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Y'girl EAGER.

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Blink

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Skyline Galea, Sopor
Galea Maejor Resort
Executive Conference Room
Left Central Seating Area, Back Row, Aisle Seat

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In the polluted sunset light of the conference room's torches, Alice ran her tongue over her teeth as she locked eyes with a particularly striking near-human synth dame four rows over. Her advanced polymer case was shining beneath the formal business button-up that she continued to pull at. Her gaze kept meeting Alice's before falling quickly, only to rise again and meet Alice's static-plagued globes.

Alice took a deep breath and turned her gaze from the synth to drop back into listening, sheathed blade on her lap continuing to poke the elderly man in the business plugsuit next to her. Her brow furrowed as much of the business and administrative jargon flew over her head. Her face lacked features aside from eyebrows and a pair of eyes. Waves of digital snow and minute chroma noise rippled over where she should have had mouth and nose, and the silhouette of her skin wavered with VHS crosstalk.

The nature of her contract was... vague. Her purpose on this new job was something she needed to inquire about but the prospect of being able to do the work she loved for someone in such a position of power excited her. Already, she was beginning to envision her duties as an elite bodyguard for the upper echelon of society, or as captain of her own private security firm. The income prospects made her little heart race.

The meeting of the suits and the scum ended promptly, the many in attendance beginning to shuffle and move from their seats. Alice had risen, ignoring the yearning electric stare from the synthwoman to push her way through the surge of people trying to exit.

She had a burning question to ask her new employer. Something that her boss could answer to her right now.

"Bossman! Got a question. This contract we got. If I'm working with you now, what do y'want me t'be doing? Bodyguard, all stuck to your side-like? I'll make sure any hand y'shake does it under my cutter, easy. Just say th'word."