Bill
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Player: Blaize
Character Full Name: Bill Smithson
Character In-Game Name: Bill
Nickname(s): “Interesting†Bill
Association(s): Well, a lot of people associate him to most of the Stormwind taverns.
Race: Human
Class: OOC- Rogue/ IC- old crone
Age: 64
Sex: Not as much as he´d like...none at all. (Male)
Hair: A long glistening main of thick red hair...30 years ago. Now it is grey and completely missing on the crown of the head. STOP LOOKING AT IT!
Eyes: Light brown (some white... if the cataracts count)
Weight: 145 lb
Height: 5' 8
Alignment: old-crone alignment (almost everything you youngsters are doing is WRONG)
Appearance
Loose, commoner clothing that usually smells of cigar smoke and beer and gets changed every...three or four days or so.
Personality
Like many men of his age, Bill has a very reduced vision of the world around him. This doesn´t stop him, however, from making up outrageous stories. He can be cranky and complain a lot, but a good mug of beer usually helps lessen that problem. He enjoys attention and entertaining young childrn with stories (children being the only ones that don´t notice the faults in his stories).
History
- Stories!? That´s me specialty! Where to start? Where to start? Well it all goes back to the first war when the night elves and the humans got together to fight the gnomes. Me mother has just given birth to me in one of the rooms of the cathedral...
- Bill...You were born in this tavern...about sixty years ago.
- I should know when and where I was born! Now then...As I said, When the orcs attacked Stormwind to steal our gold, me father, who was a Paladin of the Light...
- Fisherman, Bill.
- Wut?
- Your father was a fisherman!
- Well a Paladin can fish from time to time, can´t he?
- But he wasn´t...
- As I was saying! I was a lad when the orcs attacked Stormwind.
- You were at least thirty! Dammit, Bill, we became recruits together.
- Can't an old man choose to block out some memories? Now then..Seeing as you don´t like that subject, Old Bill will talk about his childhood. Me father was a fisherman and me mother was the High Priestess of Elune.
- What??? You´re thinking of Tyrande...whom you have NEVER seen.
- I´ve seen a few female night elves, and they all look the same anyway! Anyway, my mother, Alice, used to bake the most delicious pies for me and me friend Varian Wrynn.
- Here we go...
- And we´d go to the park in the mage´s quarter and spend time eating our pies and telling jokes about gnomes.
- You did that with ME, Bill...In old Bessie´s garden in Goldshire.
- Well, one time when you were sick I went with Varian Wrynn!
- All right, all right.
- Were was I?
- I think you were battling it out with Arthas at the top of a volcano with just a wooden spoon for a weapon.
- Wut? Don´t be ridiculous...