Post by sputnik on Jan 8, 2004 5:12:52 GMT
Name: Jim-Bob-Bob
Age: 27
Race: human
Nicknames: Jimbo, Jim-Bob, Bob-Bob, Bob-Jim, and so on.
Description: Mostly made up of beerbelly. Dirty blonde hair, tangly beard. Wears slightly bent sunglasses and leather jacket -- and sometimes nothing else. Rarely sober.
Powers: Intimidating, has “powerful connections” (his drinking buddies), his fist.
Weapons: pink and purple kiddy scissors. The kind that cuts wavy edges. J
Character: A drunken biker. Who knows how he got a motorcycle in medieval times? Time travel, folks, it’s all time travel. Only problem is that he ran out of gas and has no way of getting more for several hundred years, so now he gets his buddy Cleatus to push him. Faster, Cleatus, faster!
History: Was used for football practise as an infant. Was dropped on head at 5. Fell down stairs and into brick wall at thirteen. Promptly decided this was fun and proceeded to run into brick wall for fun for hours on end during adolescence. Has been killing brain cells with rum ever since.
Weakness: Stupid as hell, will stare at women for hours on end -- even if they’re not attractive --, can’t be trusted with sharp objects, takes random objects if he likes them, and if you so much as mention the word “ale” around him, you won’t see him again for at least two days.
Age: 27
Race: human
Nicknames: Jimbo, Jim-Bob, Bob-Bob, Bob-Jim, and so on.
Description: Mostly made up of beerbelly. Dirty blonde hair, tangly beard. Wears slightly bent sunglasses and leather jacket -- and sometimes nothing else. Rarely sober.
Powers: Intimidating, has “powerful connections” (his drinking buddies), his fist.
Weapons: pink and purple kiddy scissors. The kind that cuts wavy edges. J
Character: A drunken biker. Who knows how he got a motorcycle in medieval times? Time travel, folks, it’s all time travel. Only problem is that he ran out of gas and has no way of getting more for several hundred years, so now he gets his buddy Cleatus to push him. Faster, Cleatus, faster!
History: Was used for football practise as an infant. Was dropped on head at 5. Fell down stairs and into brick wall at thirteen. Promptly decided this was fun and proceeded to run into brick wall for fun for hours on end during adolescence. Has been killing brain cells with rum ever since.
Weakness: Stupid as hell, will stare at women for hours on end -- even if they’re not attractive --, can’t be trusted with sharp objects, takes random objects if he likes them, and if you so much as mention the word “ale” around him, you won’t see him again for at least two days.
