Name: Clay Allison
Age: 25
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 220# (100 Kilos)
Description:
Clay is a somewhat maniacal Texan that loves guns and Bourbon Whiskey. He is not a member of any of the major cults, but is often seen allied with Australians, Brits, and at times, the Man in Black. His hobbies include annoying children, verbally abusing pacifists and vegetarians, and hanging out in the "Olde IRC Tavern"
He is Bar Ceritified and has a law degree from the John Wesley Hardin Memorial School of Law, Fortune Telling and Bartending. He has amassed a great deal of occupational skills which he plies with anything but regularity, he is a barber, dentist, surgeon, bartender, barrister, dog catcher (he just shoots 'em), blacksmith, carpenter, animal husbander (not bugger damnitt!), illusionist (bar tricks), tailor, taxedermist, thatcher, theif, thug, assassin, moonshiner, vetrinarian, vicar, smuggler, tanner, woodcarver, sculptor, mason, and many other things that only come to mind when someone reminds him.
He has been apprenticed over and over and otherwise managed to become a good respectable journeyman at something when his attention wandered and he started doing other things, often learning three or four trades at once. This caused no end of consternation until the town realized that one all pupose assistant whatever that wouldn't become a master and move away, that could be called in for skilled help for any job that got busy all of a sudden, was a rare and wonderful thing to have, so, he got the owner of the tavern to put up a shingle with the legend "Clay Allison: Handyman" outside the Tavern and a bell just underneath it. He was almost always in the tavern, but the priest and a few others were too moral to go in so they could stand outside and ring his bell. and wherever he was, unless he was on another job, which he always gave his full attention to, he'd come ambling up to "His Office" and dicker with the fellow about the price until one was settled and go to work. No one kept track exactly, certainly not him, but he made a good bit of money this way since being the supply for almost any demand is steady and interesting work. He also eats mostly free due to payment being rendered in barter, his genial temperment and the fact that a homecooked meal now tended to lower his prices later.
_________________ We used to play for silver, Now we play for life.
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife, Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall,
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all, Not with all...
Last edited by Clay_Allison on Sat Jul 26, 2003 3:41 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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