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--BASICS-- Name: "Toothpick" Charlie Age: 39 Sex: Male --APPEARANCE-- Height: 5' 0" Weight: light Build: Scrawny Little Man Skin: Caucasian Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Blue Clothing: Wears a pinstripe suit complete with hat and spats --PERSONALITY-- Overview: Charlie is a businessman through and through. He sells anything to anyone and is always on the lookout for more business. He's very hard working and insists on doing all his business himself, from pick up to delivery. He tends to fidget a lot and perpetually chews the toothpicks that give him his name. He hates show offs and people who ask too many questions, but is usually

Patron Character Reference Template --BASICS-- Name: Blayne Fargo Super alias: no real alias, sometimes referred to as Blayne the Bouncer Age: 28 Sex: Male --APPEARANCE-- Height: 6' 1" Weight: 181 Build: Thin for his height, but well toned Skin: Caucasian Hair: Short, light brown hair carefully combed Eyes: Blue-Grey Other defining features: Never moves faster than a walk, has a small scar below left eye and burns on his hands and body (mostly hidden beneath clothes) Clothing: Wears a grey suit with the jacket discarded and sleeves rolled up. Has a black tie with a gold music note tie tack, the symbol of the Lindlater Group, oft

There are two types of bouncers, those who are there to look effective and those who are there to BE effective. Big Frankie is of the former group. He's big, imposing and looks like he regularly wrestles elephants. However, in a world where a five year old could be capable of throwing you through an ice cream truck, size isn't everything and there is always someone bigger. Case in point being the sculpted Adonis who approached the club entrance with more girls draped on him than he had arms. Frankie held out his hand to stop him. "Sorry sir, only those on the list allowed in tonight." Tuesday nights were members only nights at The Quasar clu

 It is a wonderful feeling, to view the fruit of your labors. As the distant sounds of explosions and gunfire drifted under the cafe gables Bodkin found himself again thankful not to be working in an office. He sipped upon a fruity beverage and pitied the poor cogs in the machine who only ever got a glimpse at what their work entailed. The smoke from numerous fires rose up over the city. Unlike the he had gotten to see everything. The city held the seat of government of this small equatorial country, and it had been a peaceful place full of resorts and markets and happy people. Until Bodkin came. The easiest emotion to instill in a man of p