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Heres the finished sheet-probably gonna add a pic if he gets approved for movement to the character tab.

So as I understand it

The Captain: Salvatore 'Il Dulce' Brucchelli
Second in Command: taken
Pilot:taken
The Mechanic: ??
The Weapons Specialist: taken
Intelligence: ??
Diplomat/Public Relations:taken
Financial Manager and Inventory: ??

edit: If this is right so far then I think I am going to go with the financial manager/Inventory character wise. Unless I could convince the GM to let me try and make a chef type character that is.
lol I tried writing The Knights as looking at Growler as a piece of meat to be studied/a monster. Need to go finish his bio off though now that I'm here,
Hey everybody, I know this may seem rather abrupt and I hate doin it for all those that are still really into the story but I think I am going to have to go ahead and close this roleplay. I talked it over with Capn and we think it is for the best-we recently had someone that had to drop out (don't want to specify) and that combined with my own super busy schedule and, well, yeah. Feel really bad about doin it and I wanted to just let you all know as a GM I really appreciated everyones time and efforts; I really enjoyed writing with you all.
Got my interest! Ill keep me eye out for more details
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Aw man, sorry to hear that. Hope ya feel better soon.
Hey everybody! Got me and Dino's colab up finally! Hoozah! Default and I are still working on somethin too but it is a bit up in the air when we might get that posted.

Just wanted to hop on and keep ya'll in the loop, happy weekend everybody!
After putting in quite a bit of leg work and effort Brooks had found little more than the fact that the Brimstone Hotel used beige window curtains-to make matters even worse he also found absolutely no trace of any missing pets. Upon finally returning to the pathetic excuse of a police station Brooks was greeted to the deafening silence of a completely empty office. Before it felt like he had anytime to truly revel in the brief calming quite Brooks could hear the door to the station opening before he was witness to the free show that was Carter trying to shove his massive girth through the door shaped for normal human beings. Like most days the portly old sheriff was red faced and covered in a heavy sweat beneath the tannish green cowboy hat he always wore-Brook's did however notice that Carter had his wooly white eyebrows furrowed in a tight jawed scowl that was quite unusual when compared to his normal oblivious half paying attention expression.

Shoving himself through the doorway in what Brooks could only remember as record time Carter carried this momentum with his heavy deliberate steps towards Brooks desk. Like a bad storm approaching the hostile energy could be felt radiating off Carter in a way that almost even made him look imposing. Locking eyes with Brooks it was very clear pleasantries were not going to be exchanged as Carter finally let out an angry bark of workds "Just what the hell was last night about, boy? You know damn well I have one rule in this here town when it comes to your big city antics!"

Brooks stared at him silence, seemingly deeply and thoroughly mulling over his words. He had been in similar situations before, having gone against his superiors, but he sure as hell wasn't planning on taking a side seat this time.With no prospects of rising in rank or having the need to kiss the ass of his superiors for a better case, Brooks didn't feel as restricted as he did back in the city. "I know, sir." he nodded, licking his lips and hooking his thumbs by his belt and he glanced away from Carters disgruntled gaze before looking back and speaking: "I feel like we outta' talk about whats going on here. "Help me help you" sorta' situation." he asked, expectantly hoping the bulging man to share some enlightenment on the situation. How bad could this whole thing even be? Sheriff cutting crooked deals with the hotel? Illegals being worked underneath it?

Before answering the old sheriff let fly a partiularly large glob of chewed tobacco. “Boy, I know you ain't from here but that Hotel you've been beatin doors down at and spyin through windows in is the life blood of this here town. I know she's rough around the edges at the moment, but its a work in progress dammit...She's a diamond that can shine again. You get me, boy?” He shook his head momentarily, as if trying to wipe the thought away. Brooks could recognize it as Carter trying to stay on track when flustered.

Deciding his now rather wet and continuing to redden face was becoming a real issue Carter went about pulling a white handkerchief from the pocket on the backside of his pants that his pudgy arms could just barely reach. Wasting no time he went about dabbing the ever increasing salty liquid off his forehead and cheeks in a rather failing effort.

“Of course you don't understand.” Carter said, answering his own question in between a pained wheeze. “Your not from here. Got damn outta towners...your the real source of the troubles round here...” Trailing off again Carter leaned forward and placed his left hand on the edge of Brook's desk-the creaking sound it quickly emitted made it rather obvious he was using it to hold quite a bit of his weight up.

Looming over Brooks now Carter began to have his enraged expression literally drain away with the color of his face.

Brooks’ frustration grew as Carter mentioned having spotted him outside the hotel earlier in the day. How he got caught, he had no idea. One of the girls? He heard their kerfuffle in the water? A hundred thoughts rushed through his mind before a sudden sense of danger washed over him. Carter was slowly turning out to be more crafty and observant over the ongoings in this town then Brooks gave him credit, either him or someone else was truly king. Did he have someone trail him? Watch his house? Wire his phone? Before complete paranoia could take over, Brooks retorted: “You can either have me be a nuisance, or you can stop keeping me in the dark and have one less worry.” He looked up at the towering man.

“Boy...you don't know what your actually asking here.” Carter almost whispered in response as he locked eyes with Brooks. For the first time since Brooks had met the man Carter was wide eyed and awake; his full attention focused on Brooks as the last pigments of red disappeared from his cheeks. Keeping eye contact Carter huffed himself full of air as he straightened back up. “You really want answers?” He cried out in a surprising display of emotion as if trying to warn Brooks away with the very strangeness of his attitude.

Brooks kept a scowl directed up at Carter: “I’d fuckin’ well appreciate that, yea.” he quipped back.

With a heavy sigh Carter turned his back to Brooks, his gaze fixing upon something in the distance more likely visible in his mind than by the naked eye. Without turning to look Brooks in the eye he finally spoke again, his voice reflecting his increasingly worn out appearance. “Allright then, probably for the best all things considered...If your serious about this then meet me in the library parking lot tonight after they close. Ill have to take care of a few things in the meantime.” Without waiting for a reply Carter sauntered himself back out onto the street apparently taking the day off.
I'm tryin to think of what kinda weapons a big ol softy like Bigfoot would use. Writein him up as a pacifist by nature...probably like, a bow staff or somethin. Maybe a bow staff and some rocks in his pocket-for throwin, of course
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