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Description
He is about 6 feet tall with blue eyes and brown shaggy hair. He has a few tattoos and a few battle scars, but nothing too extravagant. He usually wears jeans and tshirt.
Personality
He is a sweetheart to those that deserve it. He is sarcastic but funny, but unlike most sarcastic people, he knows exactly when to be serious. He loves women, but knows how to treat them right. He is willing to fight for what he loves and against what he hates, and is always willing to get a little dirty.
Equipment
knives, pistol
History
He is Kayden's brother. But they haven't seen eachother in years, most likely thinking the other one is dead. They do go to the same places, but always at different times.
The rest of his history depends on the roleplay.
walks into the bar and sits down on a stool and orders a pint
chugs most of his ale and sighs, seemingly disappointed in his attempt to get drunk quickly, he orders something stronger
takes out his knife and an apple and slowly cuts himself a slice, popping it in his mouth. he looks around the bar, bored
Troy Strolls into the bar with his hands in his jean pockets and slides onto a bar stool. He flicks his head to the side to get the hair out of his eyes. "White Russian please."
Troy He chuckles under his breath. "I'm pretty sure anything will get you drunk"
Troy "Oh, Of course." He took a gulp of his drink and smiled. Perfect. "I'm Troy by the way" He reached a hand out to Gabriella.
Troy He reached into his pocket and pulled out enough coins to pay for his drink, a few more, and the girls drink. "This should cover everything for a while." He smiled and pushed it towards the dwarf. He took another big sip of his drink, almost done with it.
Troy Sits by himself in the bar drinking his White Russian and reading his book, his feet planted on the rungs of the bar stool.
Troy "who the hell is justin bieber..." He muttered and kept reading his book.
Troy Strolls in and hangs his jacket up by the door, rubbing his hands together, trying to get them warm, he walks over to the bar and sits on a stool. He noticed the girl next to him asking for some service. "No body's here?"
Troy "uhh..probably" He couldn't really remember for some reason. "Sorry i don't recall, but i don't doubt that you did" He went behind the bar and grabbed some coffee. "Want anything?"
Troy He shrugged. "Suit yourself" He left a few coins behind the counter for what he took and he went back to his seat. He sipped on his black coffee and dug a small book out of his pocket and started reading.