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Winking Judge: Ghoulgamesh; Wooden Nickles and an unending flask
Topic Started: Mar 11 2010, 03:28 PM (241 Views)
Sebastian Dash
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Character Information

Adventurer Name: Ghoulgamesh
Birth Name: Olrox Ghoulgamel
AKA:
Occupation: Nomad, Vagabond, full time Hobo, alcoholic
Character Class: Disco Bandit
Place of Birth: The lower, poor parts of the back alleys
Base of Operations: The Winking Judge Pub -back alley-

Gender: Male
Height: 6'0ft
Weight: 225
Eye color: red and bloodshot
Hair color: black and gray

First Appearance: TBA

Physical Appearance: Olrox has always had a rough look to him. He has a long beard that reeks of various types of booze. Years of bumming and living off the land has given him a lack of taste when it comes to the matters of apparel.

Dress code: He wears a raggedy old trench coat along with his dirty and booze odored corduroys. His flask, which he always carries, is pitch-black with a single large red gemstone in the middle of the flask. His boots... well, he talks to his boots... as well as they talk back... just not with words, they just mouth off ever step he takes. His favorite possession besides his flask is his walking stick he found one day rummaging through a garbage can.

History: Born in the poorest of the poor back alleys, Olrox grew up mostly on his own. As a child, Olrox's family was murdered by a pack of Inebriated Hobos. The only possessions his parents left him were his mother's old reinforced 6x6 portable cardboard box, and his father's mysterious old flask. He learned to survive by the local common poor he grew up around. Everyday was like his last, never has a person seen such poverty. For years he stayed in that sleazy alley, helping the common poor, until one day he decided he was ready to see the world.

To much of his surprise, he was not only living in an alley in a town, but in a town IN a kingdom! He never thought there would be more beyond the alleys. He set out on his way, ready to take in whatever the kingdom had to offer, especially freebies. Tired, Olrox decided to take a break near a beat up wall near a rather shady character. "Would you like a drink, hombre?" asked Olrox. "Nah man, drinkin makes me crazy!" replied the jittery man, "Hey man, you want some 'good stuff'?" Being a bit too trusting a person, Olrox decided to accept the strange man's offer. As the strange man dropped the 'stuff' into the cup, Olrox noticed how his drink started to bubble and brew. "Looks like it's re-fermenting." stated Olrox, a little puzzled by the effects. "Yeah sure man, re-fermenting. You sure you can handle that?" asked the strange shady man. " Of course, no problem at all..." were the last words he remembered saying.

He woke days later in a completely unfamiliar place. In fact the only thing that was familiar was the stench of booze and filth. For a few moments, he thought he was home, until he noticed how very many hobos there were around him. Surprisingly enough, the hobos did not bother him. In fact, they treated him like their own. Tending to his alcoholic needs, assisting him in panhandling the locals, ransacking old rundown apartments; it was as if he had gone right back into the life he grew up in. He was pleased he had a family again. People he could trust... people he could count on... people... people that would steal your flask if you weren't lookin.

A few weeks passed by when one day Olrox realized his flask was gone. He triple-checked every corner of his card board box, but there was no sign of his flask anywhere. He set out to find his flask, hellbent on getting that last sip of bourbon. He came upon a group of hobos that looked as if they've had a few too many to drink, and one was sporting Olrox's flask. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's insane to steal from a poor person?" asked Olrox. "Ya snooze, my booze! HAHAHAHA!" laughed the hobo. Infuriated at the hobo's remark, Olrox bluntly stated, "Right, and now I have to kill everyone of you for touching that flask." And so, Olrox deliberately delivered a well earned beating to those unfortunate hobos, leaving a few near death to warn any other hobos who might dare trifle with his flask.

After observing the after-math, Olrox realized the pack of hobos were the same hobos that slaughtered his parents, thus allowing Olrox to settle the demons of his past. Finally he felt as if he was himself again, although not sure who he even was. Now he wanted a purpose. One worthy of one such as himself. He set out again across the vast kingdom, hoping to one day find what it is he wanted in life. It wasn't very long before he came across a pub that wasn't to shabby at all. Olrox never had to much a knack for reading. Mostly he just made what's what out of symbols and glyphs, but he was able to make out a few words every now and then, here and there. He tried his best, but to his avail he could only read out the word "PUB." With a few nickels in his pocket, he decided he should walk in and have a few cold ones, or maybe more than that.

The Pub was very lively for a while. Apparently the bartender and the owner knew EVERYONE that came in. Some folks never sat they just talked with a few people there or played a few games. It wasn't long until the bartender was calling for the last call. "I'll take a whiskey and soda, hold the soda." said Olrox already drowning himself in booze. "Look guy, you've been begging for drinks since you got here, now it's time to pay up," demanded the bartender. "But all I have is a few nickels," stated Olrox quite surprised now that he was actually being asked to pay. "Nickels? That fake money will do you no good here. You're gonna work for me until you pay off every last drink!" "But I've been drinking for hours! There's no telling how many drinks I've had!" The bartender looked at Olrox, giving him a very menacing stare. "You'll work, or I'll break your legs. I'll mess you up so bad your parents will feel the hurt'n I'm gonna put on ya's." said the bartender in a rather mobish type tone. Not wanting his dead parents to feel any pain, especially after being murdered, and after considering the fact he very much liked having working legs, Olrox decided it was best he work his debt off at the bar.

And so Olrox has been at the Winking Judge for years. Still working off his tab to this day.

Skills and abilities (main strengths): He may be a Hobo, but Olrox is brave, cunning, and a sharing character. Olrox isn't afraid to get down and dirty, as well as get any bit sleazy. Years of living around trash and smuck has given him strong immunities to such things. A life time of alcohol abuse has led to Olrox having an unnatural tolerance to booze, thus his tendencies for over drinking. Olrox has a keen sense to find things hidden or stashed away, mostly just shiny stuff, none of that plain Jane crap. Also, he has a really mysterious flask that seems bottomless... or is it?

4-5 Strong points (Additional minor strengths): Uncanny smell for booze. The Dreaded Stench Breath of the Ancient Hobo skill passed down by the hobos. Superior dumpster diving skills, Hobo-skilled Cocktail-crafting, and a master of panhandling.

(main) Weaknesses: Olrox can not function through a day until he has drank from his flask. Without proper alcohol consumption, Olrox is unbelievably weak. He likes pompous upper-class know-it-alls as much as he likes asparagus... and he hates asparagus with a fiery burning passion.

3-5 Weak points: Asparagus, alcohol addict, faulty left ankle, and a knack to start un-needed bar fights.




Major stats: (Total must be 38 or less. Adventurer "average:" 5-7.)

Brainfulness: 5
Craftiness: 10
Brawn: 6
Weapon awesomeness: 7
Hide thickness: 8



Minor Stats: (Total must be 18 or less. Adventurer "average:" 3)

Food Mastery: 0
Lucky Bastnick factor: 8
Cool Factor: 5
Magic Potential: 0
Athletic grace: 5

Other notes: Chosen path - Neutral

Historical note: Yet another bio deemed inactive through protracted lack of debut.
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