James McFeardon
A gentleman wearing a white button-up shirt, black pants, and black Vietnam Jungle Boots. Long white hair flows to the middle of his back, always wears it in a loose ponytail. Blue eyes hidden behind black wraparound sunglasses.
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Description
Long white hair, blue eyes, lightly tanned skin. Wears white button-up shirt, black pants, and Vietnam Jungle Boots.
Personality
A gentleman's attitude
Equipment
8-ball sword cane, the blade is 15 1/2 inch stainless steel and the handle if a genuine 8-ball. A Celtic shield bracelet on his left wrist.
James McFeardon slowly steps into the room, being his first time stepping into the establishment, he glanced around. It looked comfortable, unlike many of the other places he had traveled from. He took a deep breath and moved to the bar, taking an empty stool.
James McFeardon brushes the long white hair that had fallen over his shoulder and watches the room. He studies each patron swiftly and then signals for the attention of the barkeep. "A whiskey please," he calls out.
James McFeardon inclines his head. "Many thanks and I'd also like to have a small glass of ice as well."
James McFeardon nods and goes back to watching the room some.
James McFeardon leans against the counter, picking up the glass and sips on the whiskey. He winced as the liquid burned his throat a bit, setting down the glass of whiskey he picked up a piece of ice and slipped it into his mouth.
James McFeardon pushes both the glasses away from him and picks up his 8-ball cane. "How much do I owe, keep?" he asked softly as his hand dug in his pocket.
James McFeardon steps into the ruins of the bar, a look of disgust on his face and he made his way to an empty spot at the bar. "A glass of the finest white wine, if you would, barkeep," he said, his voice cold.
James McFeardon glances down at the creature that had walked up to him and arches a slender eyebrow. "Can I help you?" he asked of Bikki.
James McFeardon studies Bikki and inclines his head. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Bikki. I am James. James McFeardon."
James McFeardon arches an eyebrow again at the fairy and receives a glass of white wine, inclining his head to the keep. "A thank you, good sir," James said to the keep and then returned his attention to Bikki. "How may I help you, Miss Bikki?"
James McFeardon nods his head a bit, taking a sip of the wine. "Ahh, good year," he whispered softly and twirled the glass between his fingers. "So you walked up to a complete stranger to start a conversation?"
James McFeardon sets the wine glass down, leaning against the bar, turning to look around the room a bit.