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[b]Name:[/b] Thomas McClellan

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Occupation:[/b] Manager and Bartender of MacCready’s Irish Pub

[b]Relationships:[/b] (To be fully expanded upon after further conversations with other RPers. Bromantics with Jude and Garrett are likely.)

[b]Abilities:[/b] Thomas has a vague understanding of his full abilities. [b]At current[/b], he has the ability to manipulate and generate ice cube-sized pieces of ice, as well as slightly lower the temperature of a room. Alchemy has proved easier to grasp, and he’s gotten somewhat proficient at hardening blunt objects and sharpening blades, and is just beginning to experiment with adding additional effects to objects. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/66/c7/c7/66c7c775eb6c07e4a1c69892d4862f1e.jpg[/img] 


(Subject to possible change. I’m not exactly 100% happy with the picture.)

[b]Personality:[/b] Thomas, depending on who you ask, is either impulsive or decisive. He does not hesitate, for better or worse. He speaks his mind, and he acts according to what he thinks is right, in the moment. He curses like a sailor, and can come off as a tad aggressive. However, he like to help people, and adopts a strong ‘what’re friends for’ attitude towards favors. Thomas is amiable and has a pretty good sense of humor. He’s a bit of an open book, quick to trust people, though he can become frustrated if that trust is not mutual.

[b]Short Biography:[/b] Thomas was born in Iowa, in a town smaller than Darkwell, just off the Mississippi. He was smart, but got average marks in high school, with a proclivity for fighting and trouble, until he dropped out when he was 17. His parents kicked him out, and he and some friends caught a ride to California and started a punk band, “Alleyway Edict”. Laughably pretentious and angry to the point of novelty, Alleyway got minimal play on a few College Radio stations, but their debut album failed to recoup recording costs. The group disbanded within the year.

Lacking job experience or a diploma, Thomas struggled to find a job, and harder to hold one. He was a taxi-driver in San Diego for a month, and a cashier at a 7-11 in Portland for a few weeks. His first stable job came when he wandered into Darkwell. Artyom, a kindly old Russian who (oddly enough) owned an Irish Pub, offered him a job as a bartender. Hurting for cash, he accepted, intending to stay only for a while. However, plans changed as Artyom managed to convince him to get his GED. He did. Three years, Thomas worked faithfully for Artyom. The old man rarely comes around anymore, leaving Thomas to essentially operate the bar on his own. 

[b]Other:[/b][list][*]The only other employee at MacCready’s is the cook, a blonde-haired stoner named Justin. 
[*]The only method of transportation Thomas owns is a skateboard, but he’s awful at skateboarding, so he walks almost everywhere. 
[*]Due to his experience with fighting, Thomas serves as MacCready’s bouncer, but since Arytom forced him to learn how to properly deescalate a situation, he hasn’t had to lift a finger.
[*]Thomas is a passable singer, and he’s able to play guitar.
[*][i]”Of course. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed’ and all that. Not sure why you chose to move out on the hottest fuckin’ day of the year, but I’ll help.”[/i][/list]
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