Rucks Kennithson
{"There are but very few clever enough to know all the mischief they do"- Francois De Le Rochefoucauld} Name:Rucks Kennithson
Codename:(Will be randomized by GM, leave blank)
Age:21
Birthday:December 3rd
Nationality:Italian
Birth Place:Venice, Italy
Gender:Male
Prior Employment:Artisan Pâtissier
Height:6'2"
Weight:12.1Stone
Build:Agile, Thin, Not that much muscle
Eyes:Hazel
Hair:Dirty Blonde, slightly unkempt
Skin Tone: White, slightly on the pale side.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Small scar on his shoulder, almost faded.
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Personality: Rucks is among the more mischievous of man kind, by no means a complete Maverick but he isn't a saint afraid to break protocol either. Of course, he hasn't had the chance to break protocol yet so that mostly extends to running with scissors. In most stances he likes to play the devils advocate, hoping to stress out his colleagues in order to unleash their maximum potential and it works at least fifty percent of the time. Not everyone is as keen on this behaviours as Rucks is.
On a more personal level he's a nice enough guy, doesn't really like talking about family much but otherwise is open to most discussion and can easily keep his cool, taking most flak under the guise of "respectful banter". He's a
heavy drinker however, unsure whether he's actually capable of facing a hangover, or if it's a matter that when he stops the cumulative effects will literally stop his heart. This heavy drinking doesn't usually lead to drunken ramblings unless it's been a really, very hard day.
Likes:Most Alcohol
Long walks on the beach
Holts, The Planets
Excellent Breads and Pastries
New toys
Dislikes:Gin
Discussions of Ethics
Less than Excellent Breads and Pastries
Repetitiveness
People without finesse
Fears: Heights
Long term commitment
Being Poisoned
History: Rucks wasn't born to a rich family, but neither was he born to one that was poor either they were right in the middle. For a long time his entire life was like that - in the middle. Average grades, average looks and average popularity were what shaped his early years, until he found himself his real talent after a lot of trial and error.
Growing up in Venice didn't throw up as many opportunities as one might hope, the city only really bustled during times of tourism, if you weren't in necessities or something incredibly romantic your business may as well go somewhere else, there was little room for the outliers. It didn't stop people trying of course, but no one wants to buy Franks authentic Roman coins when you're in Venice. What they really want is Gondola rides, fresh flowers or a romantic serenade under their balcony.
So as Rucks left his education, he tried to fit in with this, first Gondola rides - fired after he overturned a boat with some newly weds in it. Then flower arranging - it turns out Roses do not go well with Dandelions. Serenading was okay for a while, until he got the names of the recipient confused. The he found his passion, Artisan Patisserie.
But of course this is Italy, you get stories of love and, well of course there are the stories of the mob. Every go and get 'em business owner tended to receive a small loan from the mob at some point, some people also never paid it off. People like Rucks. While his business bloomed, pastries and bread didn't make enough money to pay the loan off, so they sent warnings. Thugs to beat some sense into him, and that's where his life became interesting.
Rucks was handy with a knife from his profession, and since keeping fresh bread was hard work he had one with him nearly all the time to make the next batch up. You can imagine the surprise the Mob received when their thugs returned with severe knife wounds - if they returned at all. And so, Argus' interest was piqued.
This continued for half a year, progressively larger groups of Thugs meant Rucks ended up running around the canals of Venice quite often, leading to the admirable agility that he has today. Of course, this isn't a fairy tale and Rucks cocked it up one day. Running into a back alley with six people cornering him. He fell two before Argus saved his arse, it was faster than anything he's ever seen, as was the letter offering him the job. His ability to hold off those thugs had clearly impressed them. Since then he's completed his own training, leaving behind his old life of bread and pastry.
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