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capencowl20202020-01-30 07:08 pm
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WHO: Anton, open
WHERE: The City
WHEN: Throughout the event
WHAT: Anton being a rebel with a very distinct appearance
WARNINGS: Will be added if needed
Rebel Bar
Anton spent a lot of time at places like these. It's useful, getting his name and face out there as someone willing to do whatever's needed to help the rebel cause...for a price, of course, albeit often not a terribly steep one.
The problem with his appearance is that there's really no hiding when you have a large pair of horns on your head. Since he's not registered and very clearly a meta, it makes it very difficult to get around and do basic things, like buy groceries. He'll take money, of course, but he'll also take food, clothing in his size, anything he just can't take the risk of going out and getting for himself. Which, of course, brings him to the second reason he likes bars like this...he can at least get a drink and relax for a moment without his looks bringing too much unwanted attention.
His skills were varied. He's a good fighter, so he's always willing to serve as a body guard, but due to his tendency to draw attention he's more likely to be hired to join in on a raid or other such targeted attack on the enemy. He also has skills, however. He's learned a bit more about technology in this world, and has learned to use his eye for detail to forge documents and licenses to help others get by, and even has a warehouse with everything he needs to make convincing paperwork for people. As long as he knows what something should look like, he can create a convincing replica of the document.
Back Alley
Of course, he can't live at the bar. He has to travel from one place to another sometimes, and when he does so, he must do so with extreme caution. He never travels when the sun's up, and in the dark he proceeds with extreme caution, slinking from alley to alley, always on high alert. Sometimes he gets to his destination without incident, but not this time. This time he sees someone, and he ducks into the nearest alley. Heart pounding he waits and listens. The foot steps come closer and closer. He tries to make himself wait, not wanting to waste his one spell on nothing, but eventually...he can't take it anymore. He casts darkness, the alley filling with a deep, impenetrable shadow. If anyone looks, they won't see Anton, or anything in what has just become the darkest, most foreboding alley in the City.
Anton's Warehouse
It's just an abandoned warehouse that he's had power routed to, even though all records of the city show that the warehouse had power cut off from it years ago and never restored since. It's easier to operate that way, with no record of anything going on. It's where he works, and it's where he eats and sleeps as well. He's not expecting anyone, so at the moment he's just chowing down on some chicken soup that he's slurping straight out of a can...until he hears someone coming. He freezes, and waits, watching to see whether it's friend or foe.
WHERE: The City
WHEN: Throughout the event
WHAT: Anton being a rebel with a very distinct appearance
WARNINGS: Will be added if needed
Rebel Bar
Anton spent a lot of time at places like these. It's useful, getting his name and face out there as someone willing to do whatever's needed to help the rebel cause...for a price, of course, albeit often not a terribly steep one.
The problem with his appearance is that there's really no hiding when you have a large pair of horns on your head. Since he's not registered and very clearly a meta, it makes it very difficult to get around and do basic things, like buy groceries. He'll take money, of course, but he'll also take food, clothing in his size, anything he just can't take the risk of going out and getting for himself. Which, of course, brings him to the second reason he likes bars like this...he can at least get a drink and relax for a moment without his looks bringing too much unwanted attention.
His skills were varied. He's a good fighter, so he's always willing to serve as a body guard, but due to his tendency to draw attention he's more likely to be hired to join in on a raid or other such targeted attack on the enemy. He also has skills, however. He's learned a bit more about technology in this world, and has learned to use his eye for detail to forge documents and licenses to help others get by, and even has a warehouse with everything he needs to make convincing paperwork for people. As long as he knows what something should look like, he can create a convincing replica of the document.
Back Alley
Of course, he can't live at the bar. He has to travel from one place to another sometimes, and when he does so, he must do so with extreme caution. He never travels when the sun's up, and in the dark he proceeds with extreme caution, slinking from alley to alley, always on high alert. Sometimes he gets to his destination without incident, but not this time. This time he sees someone, and he ducks into the nearest alley. Heart pounding he waits and listens. The foot steps come closer and closer. He tries to make himself wait, not wanting to waste his one spell on nothing, but eventually...he can't take it anymore. He casts darkness, the alley filling with a deep, impenetrable shadow. If anyone looks, they won't see Anton, or anything in what has just become the darkest, most foreboding alley in the City.
Anton's Warehouse
It's just an abandoned warehouse that he's had power routed to, even though all records of the city show that the warehouse had power cut off from it years ago and never restored since. It's easier to operate that way, with no record of anything going on. It's where he works, and it's where he eats and sleeps as well. He's not expecting anyone, so at the moment he's just chowing down on some chicken soup that he's slurping straight out of a can...until he hears someone coming. He freezes, and waits, watching to see whether it's friend or foe.