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Christopher Quickblink
A charming aussie angel, guardian angel of the bar and all round nice guy. Likes to surf and used to paint houses for a living but is currently flat broke.
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Main Street (Continued)
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
Chris is a well built angel with broad shoulders and strong looking muscles in his mid to late twenties. He's often seen in board shorts and a button up t-shirt, or in his work gear. He's damn good looking and he knows it. He has that Hollywood Australian accent, and knows it. His hair is sandy blond, though it could be actual sand. Has two large wings that sort of just jut out of his back.
Personality
Chris is a lighthearted bloke with good humour and good spirit, but he knows the boundaries of good taste. He's not like the other guys, which he blames on being an angel, often not liking the cruder humour of the people he works with. He respects the DIY husbands and fathers, has a cautious respect for authority and usually frowns on people who act superior. What's so great about being them anyway?
Equipment
Bag containing;
Metal 30cm Rule (back section)
Metal File (back section)
Hammer (back section)
Wallet (front section)
Phone (front section)
Room Key (front section)
History
Christopher Quickblink is an angel. He's fairly sure he's from Australia, since that's the accent he carries, but he doubts he came from heaven. That sort of thing just seems ridiculous. Doesn't remember any of his life before he was twenty.
Used to paint houses for a living, but now works as a boilermaker.
So begins...
Christopher Quickblink's Story
Christopher Quickblink steps into the bar with a quick look around. Deciding it was a normal place he steps inside. With a smile on his face he heads to the counter and orders a beer. He spins around on his seat, watching around the bar for a pretty face to talk to.
Christopher Quickblink gets up and heads towards Lumierre, seeing as she is alone. He figured that while at a bar he might as well try to meet some women. "Hey there, can I take a seat?" he says before noticing she looks upset. Suddenly, he feels a lot less keen on talking to her, but he tries to keep his friendly grin up. He knew he wouldn't hit an someone who's down.
Christopher Quickblink stands for a couple of moments, not sure of what the wave meant. Did she want him to go away or sit down? Was she so upset she couldn't talk? He finally decides to risk it and sits down. "So uh, I'm Chris," he says, offering a hand.
Christopher Quickblink inwardly groans. A mute, of all things. He was real good at picking and choosing them. An upset mute. Real good choice to hit on. "Uh, okay. Don't you know like, sign language or something?" he asks. He leans back against his wings uncomfortably. He was just trying to distract himself from how bad things were going to go.
Christopher Quickblink stares for a moment, not understanding, but he would be damned if he let this get him down. "Hey, that's really neat. What did you say?" he says, trying to put a positive spin on things.
Christopher Quickblink runs a hand through his hair. "Well, no, I've never had a reason to learn. I mean, why learn something you don't need?" he says with a chuckle, then mentally slaps himself. Good one. "So uh, is it hard to always do that?"
Christopher Quickblink lifts his beer and tips some of the liquid down his throat. "So, do many other people know it? I mean, someone has to otherwise it's kind of useless," he says with a laugh, then winces. He was making a really bad impression and he knew it.
Christopher Quickblink shrugs casually, lifting his beer for another sip. "Yeah, you make a good point. Is having magic as cool as everyone makes it out to be?" he asks with a smile. He could turn this situation around.
Christopher Quickblink leans forward and gives them a playful flap. "Thanks. I don't get much attention for my wings, normally. I guess I should be thankful. I mean, can you imagine what would happen if some sort of idiot came up to me and started asking me if I'd talked to god and stuff? It's just crazy."
Christopher Quickblink rubs his head. "Legolas? Serious?" he shrugs it off, "Wierd. So you knew around this bar?"
Christopher Quickblink rubs his head again. Now he was lost. She obviously wasn't a mute. "Oh okay?" he says sounding confused. He tries to turn it into a joke, "In that case I guess I should reveal I'm actually a mute," he says light heartedly.
Christopher Quickblink enters the bar with a friendly smile and a cheery demeanor. After buying a beer he takes an interest in Harmony and heads in her direction with a wave. "Hey there, mind if I share a table with you?"
Christopher Quickblink takes a seat, setting his beer down to the side. His wings fold behind him as he offers out a hand to greet her. "I'm Chris. What do they call you?" he asks, trying to sound friendly.
Christopher Quickblink leans to the side to see the tiger. He straightens up and asks, "Is that your pet tiger or... uh..." he didn't have any ideas as to what else it could be.
Christopher Quickblink laughs along with her, though he was wondering how she could end up marrying a tiger. "Are either of you a shapeshifter?" Being an angel he could hardly say they were weird or different, but he definitely was confused.
Christopher Quickblink nods and raises his beer for a sip. "Sure am. I'm not even sure if I'm from heaven or not, but I don't think I am. Angels from heaven seem a bit high and mighty for me." He laughs again. "Do you or your husband want a drink?"
Christopher Quickblink rubs his head, his face looking a little confused and worried. He wasn't sure on the matter, "Well, I sure hope not. I mean, aren't fallen angels meant to be... evil?" He shrugs, trying to throw off his new worries.
Christopher Quickblink heads into the bar with a grin on his face. He gets a beer from the bar before looking around for someone interesting and new to meet. He hadn't met many people yet, but he always liked to keep things fresh and new.
Christopher Quickblink looks down at the strange same-side handshake with an awkward smile. "Nice to meet too. I'm Chris. You, uh..." he raises a confused eyebrow, "You want a drink?" This guy was wierding him out a fair bit.
Christopher Quickblink looks over the counter, then back to Genesys. "Yeah, I'll just order you a beer," he says with a carefree wave of his hand. He shifts to face the man frontally, uncomfortable with the way he was grinning rediculously. As the drinks arrive he offers out one of the bottles in a friendly gesture.
Christopher Quickblink walks into the bar and heads straight for the counter. "Hey, can I get a beer?" he calls in a light voice.
Christopher Quickblink smiles and snatches up the beer. He twists off the lid and takes a sip. "Not many people around here," he says.