[Munch's Master]

OOC: ZOMG New RP? But do you have an RP licence, Chronicler?


Name: Shaskee
Species: Chronicler (male)
Age: 41 (human equivalent)
Appearance: A plumper than average Chronicler. He wears a red patterned waistcoat with an unbuttoned brown and white-frilled cowboy's jacket over the top, and a low brimmed brown fedora on his head. A monocle trails from his waistcoat top pocket and he wears spurred cowboy-type boots.

Personality: Shaskee is a very studious Chronicler, like most. He takes a great interest in law, facts and figures and property/real estate, and enjoys supervising things. His great maths brain also makes him a keen gambler, as he is adept at counting cards. Very materialistic. Intelligent but not at all street smart, he fancies himself a philosopher but isn't very good at explaining himself. Secretly likes to pretend he is a great gunslinger and outlaw hero, but only when he's had a few to drink.

Equipment: His satchel, which contains amongst other items: papers, maps, vittles, a pack of playing cards, a stopwatch, compass, needles and thread, writing materials, an abacus and protractor. He also has a miniature electroshocker for protection.

Occupation: Deputy Sheriff (if possible). Doesn't do much in the way of active policing, more an observer and planner.



Name: Sheamus
Species: Clakker (male)
Age: 28 (human equivalent)

Appearance: Your basic Clakker. Wears a lumberjack's top with rolled up sleeves, and dungarees with braces.

Personality: Sheamus is a total alcoholic. Opple Cider, good ol' Soulstorm Brew, any kind of inebriant. The tavern is both his favourite place in the world and at times his home, if he is too drunk to stagger back to his run-down bedsit. Could've been a big-time Meetle Farmer in the green country, but never moved away from the town and found a liking for drink instead. Very friendly and social, but not very bright and not the Clakker to go to for serious contemplative advice. When drunk, he likes to sing. A lot. Very loudly. And very badly.

Equipment: Doesn't carry much on him, but he has a banjo that he's trying to learn to play, and a harmonica that, as he has a beak rather than lips, is useless to him. Back at his bedsit he has a couple of basic DIY tools to serve for his oddjobsmanship.

Occupation: Loiterer, drunkard and general odd-job-man. Has no real job or trade, but always willing to lend a hand for Moolah or drink.