Aaron Weisberg

Phys. desc.: The bifocals sitting on his nose signal his premature wisdom and knowledge. His face is slender and handsome, scathed only by a long scar running down from his jaw to his chin that he earned in a barfight. He is fairly muscular.
Dress: A nice vest, shirt, and slacks.

Personality

Happy and joking, he's rather easy to get along with. Getting on his bad side is not the best idea however, he has many a man to carry out hits on unwanted people. At any time you may find him throwing down bits of yiddish that he picked up from his dear Bubbe. Adding to his ambition, he often immediately presents himself as respectful and intelligent (which he is). He lives for knowledge and industry, enjoying books a lot and enjoying dividends from his stocks in Penguin publishing even more.

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Aaron Weisberg's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-20 09:18:08, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Stepped in the bar with an air of pleasance, smiling. "Oy! whats with this place? So many different people, but thats good." He grinned. "That's good." With somehow important-sounding steps he went over to sit at the bar and check for a bartender. If there was none, he was more than capeable of serving himself and anyone else. He'd taken a few classes before, feeling that it could be useful.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-20 09:23:14, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Assumed there was no bartender and went through the small door to behind the counter. He took out a bulbous glass and poored himself some good ol' early-morning wine. setting it aside for himself he propped an elbow up on the counter top, waiting for someone to order something.He is now current bartender.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-20 09:30:10, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Takes a sip of his own wine he had previously pourn. He cleared his throat and began cleaning glasses, taking them out from a cabinet one by one and polishing them with a wet rag. Managing as if he had always worked there, he effectiently would be throught every glass in the cabinet in about a minute or two. 'I guess that class really payed off' he thought to himself.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-20 09:36:47, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Finished cleaning in a flash and put each glass back in the cabinet. Not knowing what to do and feeling unproductive in doing nothing, he poured a bowl of nuts to set on the counter. Distatisfied with the amount of customers he felt the need to mutter something bitter under his breath. Thinking a bit and going through his mental library of under-the-breath-mutterings he found one suitable. "Damn goy dont know a good tender when they see one." He smiled, glad he could fit some mild Jewish humor in there.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-20 09:38:59, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Glanced down at his watch and gasped, "Oy Veh! Would ya look at the time!" He left the bar in haste, bitterly sad that nobody had been in need of a drink.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 08:57:40, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Pushes through the door to Gambit's, his customary black velvet lined vest and khaki dress slacks giving him a respectable look. Stepping with purpose, he finds the bar counter and takes a seat. "Anyone tending?" he asks aloud.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 09:02:26, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg "Ah, good." he smiles with a flash of intelligent charisma. "I'll have any black coffee you can prepare." He reaches into his vest pocket and produces a slim, black leather wallet, "How much do i owe you, friend?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 09:04:09, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Frowning slightly, he produces the correct amount from a flap in the wallet. He pushes it away from him across the counter. "may i ask your name, friend?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 09:07:12, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg "Thank your too." Grabbing the handle, he delicately slides the cup towards himself. "You're looking a bit... errm.. upset, what's the problem?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 09:10:19, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Gives an understanding nod. Being the "businessman" that he was, he knew that the world of crime produces few friends. "But surely you must have people who appreciate your work as a hit man.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 09:11:24, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Ducks down to avoid being hit by the flying crossbow bolt flying towards Assassin

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 09:15:30, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Jumps over the counter and produces his "Mr. Hurtzy," a big-ass spike launching gun. He pulls back the hammer, and quickly peaks over the counter trying to get a fix on the would-be crossbow killer. Ducking down, he crawls to the end of the counter. Again, he peaks around, this time fireing a few spikes off at the target. "You've picked the wrong man, Goy"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-09 09:21:05, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Being uneducated about Drows and Vampires assumes his target dead and stands up from the counter. To be sure, however, He aims "Mr. Hurtzy" straight at it's head and pulls the trigger, launching a spike that would split the things head into many pieces. "That aught to do it."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-10 08:59:33, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Walks in to the bar, glancing at his watch to check his free time. He had about a good thirty minutes, give or take. With and deep inhale and a slow exhale, he sauntered over to the bar and took a seat on a stool.

# Hidden Cove, 2010-12-10 09:07:34, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Steps out onto the beach, his slacks rolled up to mid-shin. He inhaled deeply the scent of the bay, various fishy smells and salty scents. Stopping to lean on a rock, he slips of his shoes and socks, choosing to feel the sand between his toes. He nears the water, taking his spike-shooting gun, Mr. Hurtzy, from his vest holster. Carefully, looks into the water, attempting to locate a fish. At last he does, some long silvery one. He aims his gun, cocks it, and fires right off, spearing the fish. Content, he promptly sits down to enjoy the view.

# Hidden Cove, 2010-12-10 09:13:33, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Ignoring the two other beach-goers, he takes a wooden pipe from his pocket. From another vest pocket he produces a bag of green weed. Seeing the man come over, he stands up and stuffs the green back into the vest pocket. with pipe in mouth, moves towards the man and extends his hand, "How do you do? I'm Aaron Weisberg."

# Hidden Cove, 2010-12-10 09:17:10, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg "Ach, fine, getting over this heat. Your name, friend?" He turned his gaze for a moment to Paper then back to his new aquaintance.

# Hidden Cove, 2010-12-10 09:21:06, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg "Aaron Weisberg, come, sit with me you two. Would you care for some North Arabian Hashish? There's enough to go around." Feeling comfortable enough, he pulled the bag back from his vest pocket. "Payed a pretty penny for this."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-11 13:59:47, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg With a charismatic grin spread ear to ear, Aaron cooly steps into the bar. A quick gaze around revealed a good-sized crowd. "ach, at last a bit of company." He pushes his spectacles up his nose and went to the counter, taking a seat on the middle-most stool.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-11 14:06:03, as written by strykravage

Aaron Weisberg Seeing as there was no bartender and being fully capable of that occupation himself, he deftly hopped over the counter to the other side. Being the industrious man he was, he began immediately to find something to occupy himself with. He located a rag and began polishing many of the odd mugs and glasses, whistling an old Klezmer tune as he worked.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by strykravage

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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