Utterly Mad

DID SOMEONE SAY JACK OF ALL TRADES.
Dibs, sheet in a biiiit.

NAME: Zar Volkrum
AGE: 25
POSITION: Jack of All Trades, baby!
TITLE:

"Uh....I'm the only one who slept with all three of the Merryweather sisters!"
COLOR: Teal!

APPEARANCE: "Only the handsomest bugger this side of Vinbright! A real looker, if I do say so myself.....which I will! I got it all, laddy! Eh? You want a description? What are ya, blind?! Fine! Straight black hair, I keep it combed myself, hm, gray eyes......I'm a little taller than most, I suppose, got a real lithe figure....all the better to sneak out the back when her father shows up, eh? AHAHAHA!"
ARMOR: "I got myself this spiffing leather coat thing-a-ma-bob! Real thick, but reeeaaaal appealing, or so I'm told! And I am! A lot! Eh? What, everything? Fine, fine.....eh, got my boots, real nice, there are...my trousers, pretty standard fair, been meaning to get more.....and my tricorne, of course! What's a pirate without a good hat?"

LIKES: "Strong drinks, soft beds, and softer women, aye! In any order, and preferably all at the same time, ha!"
DISLIKES: "Meh, only rude buggers who don't know their place. A man disrespects Zar Volkrum, a man gets knocked out, I say!"
FEARS: "Pffft! Like I'd fear a single thing in these damn caves......hm? Be serious? Argh......well, fine, I suppose. Between you and me......getting stuck out there. Marooned on a blasted rock surrounded by nothing but water, darkness, and more blasted rock."

BACK STORY: (To be developed through narrative. Put things here as YOU discover more about your own character.)
PURPOSE: "To keep the tavern maid rich, and the courtesans richer, of course! AHAHAHA! Ah, well, that, and to make well for myself. Try and make it, if I'm to speak maturely and all. Live my life for a while, then finally settle down."
GREATEST DESIRE: "Riches beyond the dreams of any man! Piles of gold, mountains of silver, all to myself! With that, I could get out of this hole, go someplace new, start again, hear me?"
WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE...: "Why, I'd kill for it, of course! Not like I'm a stranger to the deed, life has its ups and downs, but when a man gets in Zar's way, that man ain't seeing another day, aha!"

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INVENTORY:
-A large, single-edged knife, full of small chips and scratches, as well as a thin layer of rust, yet still somehow razor sharp.[/li][/list]
-Some pocket change in a small leather bag on his hip.
-A small, round iron flask, filled with cheap brandy.
-Seven false teeth, of solid gold, stuffed in his right pocket. Doesn't like talking about them.