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| Winking Judge: Kysheezo; He'll drink to that- but what's a 'bus?' | |
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| Sebastian Dash | Mar 13 2009, 01:41 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Kysheezo E-Mail: I'm in KOL chat mostly Instant Messenger (and type): Kysheezo in yahoo messenger Character Information Adventurer Name: Kysheezo, the Hobo Birth Name: Boozelbub AKA: The Walking Inebriety Occupation: Hobo* Notes: You know, Hobo stuff. Drinking, bumming spare change for the bus, sleeping in my box in the sleazy back ally.. .. .. . Character Class: Accordian Thief Place of Birth: Unknown Base of Operations: The Winking Judge Pub Gender: Male Height: 6'0 Weight: 235 lbs Eye color: Red Hair color: Black *First Appearance: ( To Be Annouced ) *Physical Appearance: Rugged and Scruffy face, always smells of alcohol. *Dress code: Wears his trusty trench-coat, jeans, beanie, and work boots. All ragged, beaten up, and torn. Just the way he likes em'. *History: Boozelbub's first memories are of a very strange sewer. Taken in by a C. H. U. M. Cheiften, he was taught the noble C. H. U. M. arts of fighting everything that moves and drinking a rather disgusting Shnapps. Boozelbub left sewer life (and all it's charms) behind when he was still a pre-teen. He'd miss his C. H. U. M. brothers and sisters, but he knew that there must be a better booze out there somewhere. His first days of life beyond the sewers were confusing for him. Finding himself in a poor town, Boozelbub began scrounging for shelter and a bite to eat. It was dusk before he found a place to sleep but he still found nothing to fill his crudely empty stomach. Thankfully, he remembered to pack a few sewer wads to munch on if it came down to having too. .. .. and trust me, he REALLY didnt want to. A few years passed; getting to know the locals wasn't hard at all. People here were called Hobos and we all lived in a small, dank, poor town called, Hobopolis. Hobopolis currency was very different from the sewers. He had to grow accustomed to the fact that here, hobo nickels and booze, were the main currency. Not at all the same as life with the C. H. U. M. , oh well, I guess there will just be more gators and fish down in those sewers. Considering his early sewer days, Boozelbub, currently living in Hobopolis felt himself on top of the world. Even more so when he's in a Drunken Stupor and shouting to all of Hobopolis from the bar's roof. Having all the booze he could ever want, and all the friends he could ask for, there was still something Boozelbub wanted, Adventure. He missed the fighting, the honor earned from slay enemies. He had to know if there was more than just Hobopolis and the Sewers. He talked to a couple local Hobos and they said he should ask the Hobooverlord. Now, living in Hobopolis, EVERYBODY knew who the Hobooverlord was. Hodgeman was supposably the most rich, intelligent, and strongest Hobo of all Hobopolis, and possibly the most drunk too. Speaking to Hodgeman was always the most difficult task, because, being around as long as he has, Hodgeman developed his own language, so it's hard to determine what the hell it is he's talking about. His crazy hobo babble is based off a very descrete slang developed by the Hobos of old. Some say, he mastered the true language and speaks the tongue of the Ancient Hobos. I still say he's just one looney SOB but that's just me. After a few days of walking, asking bystanders for spare change for the bus, getting wasted, and sleeping in his mobile home, he loved his box, he finally reached Hodgeman's Castle. He spoke with Hodgeman and still found out nothing. Hodgeman's right hand approached and said that Boozelbub should look past Hobopolis. There has been activity around past there lately. So Boozelbub set out on his grand journey past Hobopolis hoping to find the adventure and booze he's been looking for all of his life. He knew this wasn't going to be a short task. A few weeks had passes since he first left. Walking through thick forests, grassy plains, and mountains beyond normal, he came across a strange building. Being far too drunk to care he continued to see where he was and find out what this place was called. All the sudden he was in a Bar. Not just any bar though, this one had a shop for motorcycles. This place was friggin sweet. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a Sleazy Bubbler. After downing his drink in a matter of seconds, it wasn't at all long before he ordered another drink, and another, and another, and.. .. .. yeah it got bad. 5 hours must have passed since he first arrived. Mingling with the common folk, drinking himself into an inebriety not even the likes of him he'd ever seen, and babbling about the government, the bartender asked him to pay up. All he had was a few nickels he'd put back for savings living in Hobopolis. All five nickels, what a savings. He showed the bartender the nickels, and the bartender laughed in his face. " That's not gonna be enough. " The Bartender said. So, down on his luck, and soon to be short on booze, Boozelbub had no alternative but get out of the bar as soon as possible.. .. .. . and what other way to start a bar fight. He looked around, studying the locals, the bar itself, and that lonesome looking bottle of shnapps sitting in the corner. Boozelbub told the Bartender, "Let me go get my things and I'll pay you the rest. " He stumbled slowly over towards the corner grabbed the bottle, took a big swig and smacked it up against someguys head. He started for the door but was stopped by 3 big bouncers. When the hell did Bars gets 3 bouncers? Not asking questions, he swung the bottle, knocking down 2 bouncers, but got clobbered by the bouncer still standing. Getting up, he noticed he was surrounded. No escape for this poor hobo. The Bartender approached Boozelbub slowly. "Now how do you expect to pay for all of this?" he asked. Not knowing what to do, or how he'd get booze now, he said he do whatever it took to pay it off. The Bartender looked at Boozelbub, studying his face, and simply said, " My names Galafrone, welcome to the Winking Judge Motorcycle Club. " And then, well, that's a whole other story.. .. .. .. *Skills and abilities (main strengths): Through years of training, ( and I put the word training lightly ) Boozelbub has built an extremely abnormal tolernce to alcohol. Life in Hobopolis has made him nearly immune to things most would find sleazy and/or stenchful. Not to mention his master skill to pick pocket and manipulate people into giving him spare change. *4-5 Strong points (Additional minor strengths): Knowledge of the Ancient Hobos. Can speak Hobo fluently. A knack for finding random useless crap and making things out of it. *(main) Weaknesses: Alcoholism, Boozelbub is a sucker for a free drink.. .. .. er.. .. . well, a drink period. He is weakest when he is sober, which is why he is drunk 95% of the time. ( the other 5% is sleeping, bumming, and whatnot ) Boozelbub's biggest weakness is AA meetings. *3-5 Weak points Living the life of a Hobo, Boozelbub has amazing street smarts, but lacks knowledge in the basics of the arcane. Besides that of Hobo magic, he's never seen other types. He's never had a knack for too cold of environments. Really the only thing he likes cold is his booze. Boozelbub and Frosty never really got along anyways. Frosty always froze his booze. Boozelbub hates the government and can't stand to be around "higher ups". Goes into a Drunken Rage if denied booze in fights or if he runs out. Major stats: (Total must be 38 or less. Adventurer "average: " 5-7. ) Brainfulness: 8 Craftiness: 10 Brawn: 6 Weapon awesomeness: 7 Hide thickness: 7 Minor Stats: (Total must be 18 or less. Adventurer "average: " 3) Food Mastery: 0 Lucky Bastnick factor: 8 Cool Factor: 1 Magic Potential: 1 Athletic grace: 8 Historical note: Yet another bio deemed inactive through protracted lack of debut. |
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