Post by Willy the Snitch on May 24, 2017 19:27:48 GMT -5
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Character's full name: William "Willy The Snitch" Marconi
Age: 43, but the stress of constant Buffy beatdowns has aged him considerably beyond his years. He looks 45, at least!
Group Species: Squishy Human.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral
Features: Around average height, slim build, slicked back dark hair, dressed like the bartender of a seedy dive bar. Skittish-looking guy, with a very punchable face.
Model's name: Saverio Guerra
Personality: Willy wasn't always a snitch. Time was, he was a good guy, real loyal character in him. But he made a bunch of friends with a bunch of wrong crowds, and eventually found out they didn't like each other very much. Now that's just bad for business when you gotta pick one friend over another one, even if one's a vampire and one's vamp food. So he learned real quick, real early on that the only way to be is whatever way you gotta be with whoever you're being with, y'know? You gotta play to both teams, as much as you can, don't make no enemies that way. He might be sleazy, but he ain't stupid, he knows how to play his cards, and he's been around the block enough times to know how to cheat with'em too. Deep down, though, he really does like all of his regulars. Everyone from Clement to Angel, Spike to Buffy. Yeah, he had a slayer hangin' around. So what? His bar, his rules, she could leave her stakes at the door. Really, all Willy wants is a little peace and a friendly drinking atmosphere in Sunnydale. That too much to ask?
Likes: Bartending, Sunnydale, the "Night" crowd, Buffy, Spike, Booze, Money, Carrots, Bad Sitcoms, Keeping Incognito, Snitching
Dislikes: Getting Beat Up, Sunnydale, the bad "Night" crowd, Cops, Murder in his Bar, Jerks Who Don't Tip, Eggplant, Horror Movies, Getting Caught Snitching
Strengths:
* An extremely durable head. Somehow, he's survived this long after countless information shakedowns.
* Cunning and charismatic. He's a half-decent liar, when the Slayer isn't around.
* Friendly, (Mostly) Harmless. He's a good guy, and also a bad guy. Nobody really wants him dead too badly, because he's good to have around.
Weaknesses:
* Squishy. He's just a regular guy, what do you want from'im? Pretty much everything can kill him!
* Bad Back. All those times he got beat up by Buffy and friends (and enemies, and acquaintances, and colleagues, and...) have given him a pretty bad back. Which makes it even easier to beat him up.
* Lover, Not a Fighter. He couldn't fight himself out of a wet paper bag. Even if he had scissors and a blowtorch.
History: Willy was born a few decades ago, in a rough neighborhood in New York. Sometimes, though, he tells it that he was born in a Seattle penthouse, or he was born on a cruise ship headed to Portugal. But wherever he was born, he grew up in the Big Apple, and had a relatively boring childhood. He kept to himself and minded his own business. That's just how you gotta be, you know? He graduated high school, didn't go to college. Worked as a barback in a shady nightclub. Met a lot of people, not always the best kinds of people. It was good work, paid good, and it kept him busy. He had his ma to take care of, now she was getting older, and his dad left when he was fifteen, just walked right out. Eventually, he got moved up to working the counter, and he learned how to mix drinks and pour a beer- you'd be surprised how many don't even know to tilt the glass, sheesh- and soon enough, he was a regular barkeep.
Some time along the way, he met a couple odd lookin' fellas who he figured just had skin conditions or something. He never asked. Wasn't his business. Got'em nice and drunk, and the only thing was sometimes the old barkeep, his boss, he had him go out and fetch a couple of kittens for the guys sometimes. It was weird, but it wasn't none of his business. He kept his trap shut.
Later on, his ma passed, bless her heart, and he didn't have a reason to stay in New York anymore, so he moved up to Sunnydale, California, heard from one of the skin condition guys it was a good place to start a business, so he did. Opened "Willy's Bar," and that's how he wound up serving vamps and ghouls and all manner of creatures of the night. At first, some of the nastier ones wanted him dead, but he got lucky and he had served some more upstanding nasties before, so whenever someone went after him, he had friends to have his back. He learned a lot about the occult and all the weird things what went down in Sunnydale. He never questioned, it wasn't his business, you know?
So one day, this girl, this "Slayer" moves to town and makes pretty short work of some of his regulars. He don't say nothing, though, as long as it don't happen in his place, it's all good. He has a few interactions with her, mostly involving her fists interacting with his face a couple times, and things go pretty smooth after that. Reopens the bar, calls it "Willy's Place." Then he just keeps doing business as usual, hires a few new guys to maybe take some beatings for him now and again. They don't stay long, all the vamps give'em the wiggins and they head clear out of town. They're good while they last, though, and he could always use the help.
One day, he catches wind that the town's in bad trouble, so he packs up and heads to Cleveland, opens up a new bar there, calls it "Ol' Willy's." It's a good place, and he still gets business. Eventually, Sunnydale's fixed up again somehow, and he heads back, to continue where he left off. He had a feeling something Buffy and company did was what blew up the town, and then what set things right again. But if you asked him, he didn't see nothing, didn't hear nothing, and he wasn't even there! Swear it!
RP Sample: Just an ordinary day. Sun was shining, cars were whooshing by, the guys were probably off playing a game of kitty poker underground somewhere. That didn't matter much to our hero and protagonist right now, he was driving past the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign in his '01 PT Cruiser, ready for a fresh start again. Car was packed with all his junk from Cleveland, and he'd gotten Mick to run the bar for the next couple weeks while he got his old dive up and jumping again. First, he had to get moved into his old apartment. It was amazing how fast they were rebuilding- his bar was practically in the same condition he left it in, according to some thirsty former regulars, and his apartment couldn't have been hurt much worse than it was anyways- it should'a been swallowed up by a crater years ago.
First thing's first was food. He needed to pick up some groceries, so at least he'd have a good meal his first night back in town. That, and he just missed the places, the people, in his little town. He parked his car outside the grocery and headed in, grabbing a cart as he went.
He nodded and waved at a few people going about their days, recognizing some, and getting recognized by others. Looked like business would be roaring within the week! He smiled to himself as he tossed a few things in his buggy. Jug of milk, a bag of carrots, sack of apples, a few sticks of butter, a pint of ice cream, a box of Kraft mac and cheese, a bag of chips, a pound of hamburger. Essentials.
He stepped into the line, waited for an old lady fumbling around with her purse, then a family of four. Kids kept trying to grab up a bunch of candy bars, parents kept tellin'em no. He was tapping his foot impatiently when the mother turned around and slyly asked him, "Boy, I bet you really wish you could just skip all the lines, huh?" He shook his head, staunchly refusing. "Sorry, lady, but I don't make wishes I hadn't thought long and hard about, not anymore anyways. Bad memories." She frowned, her demeanor changing quickly to one of defeat, and Willy rolled his eyes as she caught up with her family of four as they waltzed out. Ch. Vengeance demons. He started throwing his items onto the checkout counter.
"Oh, hey Willy! Good to see you! Want the usual, pack of smokes and a lotto card? He smiled at the Davie, the cashier, but shook his head again. "Nah, just gimme the ticket- I quit smoking, it's horrible for my health, y'know." Tossing the scratch-off in one of his bags, (paper, not plastic), he headed out of the store with a wink and a wave to his poor friend working the checkout counter.
Willy was having a really good day. Nothing could possibly come along to soil his good time!
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Character's full name: William "Willy The Snitch" Marconi
Age: 43, but the stress of constant Buffy beatdowns has aged him considerably beyond his years. He looks 45, at least!
Group Species: Squishy Human.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral
Features: Around average height, slim build, slicked back dark hair, dressed like the bartender of a seedy dive bar. Skittish-looking guy, with a very punchable face.
Model's name: Saverio Guerra
Personality: Willy wasn't always a snitch. Time was, he was a good guy, real loyal character in him. But he made a bunch of friends with a bunch of wrong crowds, and eventually found out they didn't like each other very much. Now that's just bad for business when you gotta pick one friend over another one, even if one's a vampire and one's vamp food. So he learned real quick, real early on that the only way to be is whatever way you gotta be with whoever you're being with, y'know? You gotta play to both teams, as much as you can, don't make no enemies that way. He might be sleazy, but he ain't stupid, he knows how to play his cards, and he's been around the block enough times to know how to cheat with'em too. Deep down, though, he really does like all of his regulars. Everyone from Clement to Angel, Spike to Buffy. Yeah, he had a slayer hangin' around. So what? His bar, his rules, she could leave her stakes at the door. Really, all Willy wants is a little peace and a friendly drinking atmosphere in Sunnydale. That too much to ask?
Likes: Bartending, Sunnydale, the "Night" crowd, Buffy, Spike, Booze, Money, Carrots, Bad Sitcoms, Keeping Incognito, Snitching
Dislikes: Getting Beat Up, Sunnydale, the bad "Night" crowd, Cops, Murder in his Bar, Jerks Who Don't Tip, Eggplant, Horror Movies, Getting Caught Snitching
Strengths:
* An extremely durable head. Somehow, he's survived this long after countless information shakedowns.
* Cunning and charismatic. He's a half-decent liar, when the Slayer isn't around.
* Friendly, (Mostly) Harmless. He's a good guy, and also a bad guy. Nobody really wants him dead too badly, because he's good to have around.
Weaknesses:
* Squishy. He's just a regular guy, what do you want from'im? Pretty much everything can kill him!
* Bad Back. All those times he got beat up by Buffy and friends (and enemies, and acquaintances, and colleagues, and...) have given him a pretty bad back. Which makes it even easier to beat him up.
* Lover, Not a Fighter. He couldn't fight himself out of a wet paper bag. Even if he had scissors and a blowtorch.
History: Willy was born a few decades ago, in a rough neighborhood in New York. Sometimes, though, he tells it that he was born in a Seattle penthouse, or he was born on a cruise ship headed to Portugal. But wherever he was born, he grew up in the Big Apple, and had a relatively boring childhood. He kept to himself and minded his own business. That's just how you gotta be, you know? He graduated high school, didn't go to college. Worked as a barback in a shady nightclub. Met a lot of people, not always the best kinds of people. It was good work, paid good, and it kept him busy. He had his ma to take care of, now she was getting older, and his dad left when he was fifteen, just walked right out. Eventually, he got moved up to working the counter, and he learned how to mix drinks and pour a beer- you'd be surprised how many don't even know to tilt the glass, sheesh- and soon enough, he was a regular barkeep.
Some time along the way, he met a couple odd lookin' fellas who he figured just had skin conditions or something. He never asked. Wasn't his business. Got'em nice and drunk, and the only thing was sometimes the old barkeep, his boss, he had him go out and fetch a couple of kittens for the guys sometimes. It was weird, but it wasn't none of his business. He kept his trap shut.
Later on, his ma passed, bless her heart, and he didn't have a reason to stay in New York anymore, so he moved up to Sunnydale, California, heard from one of the skin condition guys it was a good place to start a business, so he did. Opened "Willy's Bar," and that's how he wound up serving vamps and ghouls and all manner of creatures of the night. At first, some of the nastier ones wanted him dead, but he got lucky and he had served some more upstanding nasties before, so whenever someone went after him, he had friends to have his back. He learned a lot about the occult and all the weird things what went down in Sunnydale. He never questioned, it wasn't his business, you know?
So one day, this girl, this "Slayer" moves to town and makes pretty short work of some of his regulars. He don't say nothing, though, as long as it don't happen in his place, it's all good. He has a few interactions with her, mostly involving her fists interacting with his face a couple times, and things go pretty smooth after that. Reopens the bar, calls it "Willy's Place." Then he just keeps doing business as usual, hires a few new guys to maybe take some beatings for him now and again. They don't stay long, all the vamps give'em the wiggins and they head clear out of town. They're good while they last, though, and he could always use the help.
One day, he catches wind that the town's in bad trouble, so he packs up and heads to Cleveland, opens up a new bar there, calls it "Ol' Willy's." It's a good place, and he still gets business. Eventually, Sunnydale's fixed up again somehow, and he heads back, to continue where he left off. He had a feeling something Buffy and company did was what blew up the town, and then what set things right again. But if you asked him, he didn't see nothing, didn't hear nothing, and he wasn't even there! Swear it!
RP Sample: Just an ordinary day. Sun was shining, cars were whooshing by, the guys were probably off playing a game of kitty poker underground somewhere. That didn't matter much to our hero and protagonist right now, he was driving past the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign in his '01 PT Cruiser, ready for a fresh start again. Car was packed with all his junk from Cleveland, and he'd gotten Mick to run the bar for the next couple weeks while he got his old dive up and jumping again. First, he had to get moved into his old apartment. It was amazing how fast they were rebuilding- his bar was practically in the same condition he left it in, according to some thirsty former regulars, and his apartment couldn't have been hurt much worse than it was anyways- it should'a been swallowed up by a crater years ago.
First thing's first was food. He needed to pick up some groceries, so at least he'd have a good meal his first night back in town. That, and he just missed the places, the people, in his little town. He parked his car outside the grocery and headed in, grabbing a cart as he went.
He nodded and waved at a few people going about their days, recognizing some, and getting recognized by others. Looked like business would be roaring within the week! He smiled to himself as he tossed a few things in his buggy. Jug of milk, a bag of carrots, sack of apples, a few sticks of butter, a pint of ice cream, a box of Kraft mac and cheese, a bag of chips, a pound of hamburger. Essentials.
He stepped into the line, waited for an old lady fumbling around with her purse, then a family of four. Kids kept trying to grab up a bunch of candy bars, parents kept tellin'em no. He was tapping his foot impatiently when the mother turned around and slyly asked him, "Boy, I bet you really wish you could just skip all the lines, huh?" He shook his head, staunchly refusing. "Sorry, lady, but I don't make wishes I hadn't thought long and hard about, not anymore anyways. Bad memories." She frowned, her demeanor changing quickly to one of defeat, and Willy rolled his eyes as she caught up with her family of four as they waltzed out. Ch. Vengeance demons. He started throwing his items onto the checkout counter.
"Oh, hey Willy! Good to see you! Want the usual, pack of smokes and a lotto card? He smiled at the Davie, the cashier, but shook his head again. "Nah, just gimme the ticket- I quit smoking, it's horrible for my health, y'know." Tossing the scratch-off in one of his bags, (paper, not plastic), he headed out of the store with a wink and a wave to his poor friend working the checkout counter.
Willy was having a really good day. Nothing could possibly come along to soil his good time!
Approved!