Name: Gilin Geigers
Aliases: Barmy, Stabby... though makes up own tags too.
Gender: Male... though might act as female sometimes.
Race: Human... though might act as others sometimes.
Age: Early twenties... however gives only random numbers which it is.
Profession: Assassin... though mostly anything goes, whether or not it's profitable.
Faction: Xaositect: One of the Chaosmen
Languages: Common and halfling at least... and few made up ones.
Accent: Varies... none of his own.
Mental Information
Alignment: ? Chaotic for sure.
Philosophy: Multiverse be with one -predictable you un- if are.
Deity/Beliefs: ? ... claims to follow different ones usually. Having just one would be... predictable.
Personality:
- [u]Unpredictable[/u] [i]Need say more? If you didn't expect to see it coming, it's likely something he'd do.[/i] [u]Mischievous[/u] [i]Mischievous little one when it comes to spreading chaos around himself, usually relatively harmless, but not very caring for well being of others[/i] [u]Relatively Sane:[/u] [i]Despite him being part of Xaositect, he's actually relatively sane, if not counting his taste for gore. When he decides to be, he can be quite casual company.[/i] [/li]
Gear: Varieting greatly, static ones would be his kukris, which he has many.
Jewelry: Sometimes he has some, sometimes he has a lot, other times he has none. Rarely same ones either.
Habbits/hobbies: Practically anything.
General Health: Physically rather healthy... mentally... well.. that's another story.
Favorite Drink: Surprise drink?
Weaknesses: Unpredictable... sometimes to bad end.
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*a tome with stories about his exploits*
BaG oF lOvE!
AnOtHeR dAy In CaGe. NeW iDeA i GeT... bUy A bAg, FiLl It WiTh RoCkS. mAkE a ScRoLl WiTh MeSsAgE "I love you." lEaVe It AnOnYmOuS, aDd It To BaG, hIrE a MeSsEnGeR. mAn Do GoOd JoB aNd FrEe! GaVe It To HaRdHeAd I pOiNtEd AnD bOoM! HaHa! *yes he just wrote laughing to his journal* WaTcH fRoM dIsTaNcE, aRgUe ArGuE, cHaOs DoNe... AlAs, SpOtTeD mE tHeY dId, SaY nOt KnOw Me... I sAy. "Neither I!"
It was a good day.
Price less worth!
Day another, trinket heavy, jink need. Wares sale for, price less worth. Curious is it Cagers when not rich enough poor enough and. Not trade afford to less worth trinket than? Hah! Too rich, too poor, chaos done.
Price by Dice!
This was curious incidence, I had decided to once more attempt to sell my wares, and had gone with deciding price by three dices... price would varie from one hundred and eleven to six hundred and sixty six. While none of the wares got purchased it appeared it caught the attention of few Harmonium members, more chaos to be done, it's all good... they requested to know if I had a "Trading License" which I do not have, but I remained acting as if behind language barrier.
If they touched me or my wares, I'd shout and scream for help... "THEFT!", "ASSAULT!"... poor Hardheads, didn't see that coming. Despite the show I put up, they confiscated my goods. Though I get few good tips for future references from the crowd watching. Chaos was done once more.