Name: Morris Prescott
Age: 34
Birthplace: Somewhere in the Middle Class Districts of London
Appearance (No picture or Based on section because this is an OC I suppose): Morris is a rather tall, broad-shouldered man, with a thick beer belly and hairy arms of a musculature specific for breaking up bar fights, and casual arm wrestling. The expression on his plump, brown-eyed face usually lies within the border of "Gruff" or "Confused", depending on how his thick bushy eyebrows are positioned at a certain time. His upper lip harbors a majestic brown handlebar mustache, complete with gloriously groomed muttonchops, which move up towards the back of his head, where he has a short brown ponytail that is held in place by a small brass ring. The majority of his head hair lies towards the back, as the front is balding as he approaches middle age. However, the hairline does move towards the front in the middle, although not quite as sharply as a widow's peak would. When he goes out, he typically wears a three piece suit, consisting of a vertically-striped tailcoat of two tones of yellow, a deep green vest with even deeper green buttons, and a simple white shirt underneath it all. His trousers are brown and pinstriped, and are held up through the use of a leather belt with a large-but-not-quite-comically-large brass buckle. He also carries a brown leather satchel with him consisting of his alchemical notes and reagents in case he needs to perform alchemy on the fly, or if he collects any ingredients whilst out and about.He normally hangs up his tailcoat and satchel when working in the bar, and dons a stained grey apron with his bar's logo on it, a top view of a lobster made of brass.
Powers: May or may not count as a power, but he dabbles in the art of Alchemy, and while he has not discovered how to turn lead into gold, he can concoct various potions for various situations (Closing wounds, creating explosives, extremely sticky glue, etc.)
Equipment: In his tavern, he has as much booze as a tavern needs, and a rifle underneath the bar for when things get REALLY unruly. In the back room and basement, he has access to various alchemical reagents and equipment, as well as his brother Reginald's technological and potentially legally questionable equipment if he asks nicely (Prototype weapons, magnetic spring boots (Highly volatile, needs further testing), some strange electricky glowy object which he always feels the need to show off the incredible amount of circuitry he has packed into this tiny thing goddammit, etc). When he leaves the safety (or chaos depending on how you look at it) of the Brass Lobster, he normally takes a brown leather satchel with him that has several compartments in it for notes, ingredients, flasks, matches, mortar and pestle, etc. for some on-the-go alchemy. In his coat he can also hold some flasks of ready-made potions just in case he gets injured or mugged while out and about.
Bio: Morris is the eldest son of the late Dresden Prescott, the original Proprietor of the Brass Lobster Tavern; and Marie Prescott, loving wife and mother of four. Three sons, Morris, 34, Reginald, 31, and Lawrence, 25; and one daughter, Rebecca, 27. The four of them inherited their parents' tavern after their passing ten years prior, and one year apart from each other, but there has been no problem in running the business, since they have all grown up helping their parents run the place. The Brass Lobster is located very close to where the Royal Science Exhibition is being held, and since two of the siblings (Morris and Reginald) are somewhat sciency types, they would most probably be caught up in the events of such.
Before I go on talking about Morris, I shall give a brief bio about the other siblings. Reginald, the second born, is a very eccentric inventor who doesn't allow such silly confines such as "The Law" and "Oh god please stop you're burning my eyeballs" stop him from experimenting and building various inventions in the basement of his family's tavern. Rebecca, the only daughter, sometimes works as the barmaid and sometimes as a bouncer, as she was brought up in such a manly and boozy environment alongside three boys. She has always been a tomboy, and a heartbreaker, and hasn't met a man that can beat her in a fight, let alone a simple round of arm wrestling, or competitive drinking. Lawrence, the youngest child, usually works as the bouncer, or the errand boy, but him and Rebecca do swap jobs from time to time. He may look scrappy from afar, but up close he can actually be very fierce and intimidating, almost as much as his sister. Almost.
Morris himself works as the bartender, just as his father did, and because of this, he had developed an interest in chemistry from a young age. He eventually branched off from experimenting with different mixtures of beverages, to different mixtures of herbs and minerals as he was strongly intrigued by the way certain elements react with each other. Of course, as the barkeep, he has to keep the bar from falling into utter chaos, and this is helped by his intimidating presence. Nobody wants to be "That Guy Who Pissed Off The Guy In Charge Of Giving Us Food And Drink". As such, Morris commands a certain respect from people that none of his other siblings seem to do.
Extra: Lemme just say that this guy is probably gonna be reluctant to being taken away from his beloved Brass Lobster for an adventure at first, but he will probably end up going if you take him c:
Sorry if I did something wrong, I'm kinda new here.