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Description
A bit on the short side, but with a boxer's build. He wears his hair in a tall mohawk when not wearing his signature bowler cap or news-boy hat. His garb is mainly late 20's themed, often some baggy trousers, a nice dress shirt, and a vest or some suspenders. Rarely, when on a formal occasion or when the mood fits, he'll throw on a tailcoat and top hat. On his back is a Mini-Store backpack, a device with the capacity of a large storeroom.
http://imgur.com/0GOEc
http://imgur.com/kf9Jl
(all pictures are of me, strykravage)
Personality
He's new, so i'm gonna play him out a bit. Generally badass and suave in actions, but with the usual kind-streak fitting of any robin hood-esque hero. His sense of humor is plentiful and noticeable despite the romanian-to-english language barrier. If one were to get to know him, they would find a charming, young-spirited, and deceptively kind and well mannered man.
When frightened or confused, he is prone to brief bouts of mild insanity. During these moments, one best be clear of random lazer fires or axe swings.
favorite music:
Gogol Bordello
Amsterdam Klezmer Band
favorite food:
any sort of far-east delicacy from fine sushi to shitty Asian buffet
favorite drink:
He fancies himself a beer connoisoure, and will gladly take any bartender on in a drinking contest if the stake is free drinks. A quick way to engage him is to offer a glass of red wine; regardless of any hunger, he always seems to have a craving for red wine.
Equipment
Titanium and Iron Warhammer - "Eugene"
Cartridge Fed standard issue Human Lazer Rifle - "Moses"
Multistore backpack
near infinite storage.
History
He remembers only his origins: he was born to a jewish family around 1900 living somewhere in eastern europe, most likely transylvania. Then his name was Ehron. From there, an invasion by an unknown group of alien marauders left his memory wiped. He lives on, though, unaged and ready to add to the chronicals of his life.
Walks into the bar, craving a strong coffee to set him going in the morning. With his dress shoes making heavy hits on Gambit's wood floor, he made his way to the counter and took a seat at a stool. He leaned over the counter, wondering if there was even an NPC on duty at this time of morning
Swibkim The Bandit Walks into the bar, craving a strong coffee to set him going in the morning. With his dress shoes making heavy hits on Gambit's wood floor, he made his way to the counter and took a seat at a stool. He leaned over the counter, wondering if there was even an NPC on duty at this time of morning
Swibkim The Bandit Walks into the bar, craving a strong coffee to set him going in the morning. With his dress shoes making heavy hits on Gambit's wood floor, he made his way to the counter and took a seat at a stool. He leaned over the counter, wondering if there was even an NPC on duty at this time of morning, that being 12:04. morning to him.
Ignorant if there was or wasn't any sort of bartender, he hopped over the countertop with the aim of fixing himself a cup of coffee. He found a bag of some sort of unidentafieable coffee grain and soon there was a pot brewing. With tired eyes, he poured himself a cup and leaned against the counter, sipping away.
Lifted an eyebrow at Aros, "Friend, thanks for the suggestion, but i'm broke." He ran his hand up this mohawk lengthwise, adjusting it.
Continued sipping at his coffee and waved away the coins. "I understand you're probably very noble. I get that. I'm broke personally, but only because the money I use is not my own. Your pleasant little handout is acknowledged but not accepted, friend. What are you anyway, some sort of black night?"
Swibkim The Bandit Continued sipping at his coffee and waved away the coins. "I understand you're probably very noble. I get that. I'm broke personally, but only because the money I use is not my own. Your pleasant little handout is acknowledged but not accepted, friend. What are you anyway, some sort of black night?"
Rolled his eyes at the 'Traveler.' He new the look of a traveler from where he came, and this man's was one that came across to him as a condescending good guy routine. "I'll bet you're a great guy, but if i see something i want unguarded i'm taking it." As if to prove his point he reached under the counter and pulled out a lighter. from a pocket he produced a half-smoked cuban cigar. He lit it up and took a drag. Pursing his lips, he let cigar smoke flow out to the bar. He raised a wary eyebrow to the intimadating Totanga, the Tauren Paladin then continued smoking.
Swibkim The Bandit He smiled genuinly at Veno's exposed lizardness. He clapped, "Now there's something you don't see everyday!"
Swibkim The Bandit Moved over to the cash register out of sheer boredome. With a few quick slight handmovements, the cash door popped open and He began shovelling the small bills into his MULTISTORE pack. In his bandit equivalent of shitting on the victims floor, he left the half-finished cigar stub in the twenty-dollar slot. All happened in under one minute.
Swibkim The Bandit Rolled his eyes at the traveler. "Have a fine day, Ya gentile bastard!" He pulled out a blunt from his pocket and began smoking, wishing to augment his happyness through just plain stonedness.
Swibkim The Bandit He noticed zack telas and lifted his blunt in the air a bit in a 'i'm ready to share' Gesture.
Swibkim The Bandit Sucked deeply on his blunt, holding the smoke in his lungs for a full thirty seconds then exhaled, smoke riding out on his chuckles. From his MULTISTORE bag he produced a music player of unknown origin and a full set of ghettoblaster speakers. He plugged in his device and began blasting the following Gogol Bordello song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbgC3qw_OlM&list=FLZhOK7S0t-_I&index=11
Stepped into the bar and stopped just inside the door. He gave his overcoat to a robotic attendant and strode on dress-shoe laden footsteps over to the counter. In an effort to make himself comfortable, he pushed his suspenders off his shoulders and sat in a stool. He pulled out a neat little pocketnife from his breast pocket and began carving his graffitti tag: "Mensch" He began on the "M" in neat and elaborate cursive, something uncharactaristic of a vandal.
Finished off his well done little piece of vandalism with the "H"s horizontal cross running into a stylized star of david. He blew lightly, letting all the sawdust and debries fly off of his miesterwork. He closed his knife and ordered a glass of Marshal Sundown Wheat bear from the tender. He swiveled around in his stool to face the bar and all it's patrons. A smile crept onto his face as he realized just how amazing of a place he was in. Here, A castaway jew from romania could converse with giants, paladins, wizards, star captains, and everything in between. for now, though, he was good watching and waiting for his beer.
Swibkim The Bandit His beer slid over to him, propelled by one of gambit's mechanical serving units. With reflexes fitting of his experiences, he grabbed the bottle midslide, lifted it to his lips, and took a deep gulp. He continued scanning for any patrons, lone ones perhaps, interesting enough to strike up a converastion with. hmm....
Feeling both bold and bored, He walked up from behind Yoo, noticing the man's hand held a creature. "What manner of critter is that, friend?" He inquired from behind the man's right shoulder. Swibkim had always had a special liking to animals, as a child in Transylvania he remebers the family dog Barukh, named jokingly after the local chasidic rabbi. Yes, animals had always had a place in his heart.
Swibkim The Bandit Took notice of Oren's discomfort. "It's cool, friend" He extended a hand to shake, "The name's Erhon, Though you can call me Swibkim, The bandit, or whatever name i'll respond to." He winked humorously. "I've washed my hands, worry not."
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