The Joxter awoke and stretched like a cat. "Hup, pff," He said with a yawn.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing in Hodgekin's ship?" asked the Muddler menacingly. "Didn't you see the no admittance sign?"
"Certainly," answered the Joxter amiably. "That's why."
This incident showed the Joxter's bent very clearly.
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The Joxter
not as young as he used to be
scruffy cat-man troll thing
male
Moomins
(THEME)
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Appearance: According to Moominpappa, he appears to have never taken a bath in his life. The tip of his hat barely reaches a human man's naval, which makes him an average sized joxter, and he's surprisingly strong for such an exhausted-looking thing. His hair is a mess, his hands are mottled with scars, and he has dark marks the size of Manhattan under his eyes--which are, surprisingly, iridescent blue and alert.
Personality: The Joxter has conflicting talents for both pettiness and not giving a fuck. His name literally means "to mess up", and he lives up to it; "...the only thing that could awake him out of his sleepy, cat-like existence was a notice forbidding him to do something or other." Imperatives don't sit well with him, he's obstinate and crude and terribly, terribly lazy--there's nothing he hates more than doing work, except for maybe Park Keepers--and how! If he could remember any of it, he'd gladly relate to you how many of his scars are the result of scraps with them. He distrusts governments and dislikes the concept of private property. He's a jerk and a liar, too.
On the positive side, he's highly non-judgemental and resilient, used to living outside and scraping by, used to seeing every kind of person and situation. His biggest concerns are sleeping enough and eating so being in the situation he'll find himself in, he should be fine. A very roll with the punches kind of guy, and old enough to have learned patience.
Most of the time he sleeps, eats, and smokes. Preferably in someone else's bed.
Abilities: Can sleep anywhere at anytime in any position. No prison can keep him in and no lock can keep him out. Gets "forebodings" or vague premonitions of the future.
Inventory: A rapier disguised as a mahogany walking cane, a pipe, a few apples.
Personality: The Joxter has conflicting talents for both pettiness and not giving a fuck. His name literally means "to mess up", and he lives up to it; "...the only thing that could awake him out of his sleepy, cat-like existence was a notice forbidding him to do something or other." Imperatives don't sit well with him, he's obstinate and crude and terribly, terribly lazy--there's nothing he hates more than doing work, except for maybe Park Keepers--and how! If he could remember any of it, he'd gladly relate to you how many of his scars are the result of scraps with them. He distrusts governments and dislikes the concept of private property. He's a jerk and a liar, too.
On the positive side, he's highly non-judgemental and resilient, used to living outside and scraping by, used to seeing every kind of person and situation. His biggest concerns are sleeping enough and eating so being in the situation he'll find himself in, he should be fine. A very roll with the punches kind of guy, and old enough to have learned patience.
Most of the time he sleeps, eats, and smokes. Preferably in someone else's bed.
Abilities: Can sleep anywhere at anytime in any position. No prison can keep him in and no lock can keep him out. Gets "forebodings" or vague premonitions of the future.
Inventory: A rapier disguised as a mahogany walking cane, a pipe, a few apples.
