Unfinished Men

Private blog for the Unfinishedrpg roleplay group!

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Character Name: Sethan ‘Seth’ Holloway. Skeleton Name: The Ace Skeleton Species: Human. Age: 25 years old Character Gender and Pronouns: cis-male and he/him Occupation: Biker & Thief. Face-claim: Matthew Broome Faction: The Billion Bikers

Where Seth showed up, things tended to go missing. It was something that was a little well known fact. Which was why so many people used to walk on egg shells around Sethan Holloway. Never allowing their gaze to stray to far from him. Lest they wound up with their wallet missing, or a few valuables find themselves in his pockets. But even with people's eyes on him? If Seth truly needed something? He would find a way.

It was actually how he came across the Billion Bikers at first.

He had just been driving through, and Seth was desperate for money. So he decided to snag a few dollars off of them. A mistake he learned the hard way, cause he got his ass handed to him. Embarrassingly so. There's a reason he's a thief and not a underground fighter. He tends to be better at being sly and quick on his feet than a outright brawler.

But he had been skillful and daring and stupid enough to sneak around in a bar full of bikers to steal from them. And after hanging out with them for a few days, he was offered a spot. After all... he didn't have anything holding him down. So why not be a bit more nomadic? It would be easier to steal more high value items if he didn't worry about people finding out it was him. As long as he did it right before they left that area, he would be fine. Plus... He found riding a motorcycle really suited him. He was able to win just about any race that he was in, which often times resulted in fights considering he was a sore winner.

When he steals the high value items, he rarely keeps them on himself longer than a few days. He has some shady connections that allow him to be able to sell anywhere if he can't find someone through slightly more legitimate means. When he decided to finally move to Unfinished instead of just coming into town, the town quickly became a home for him, and especially the bar. Despite the fact that Seth can't keep his mouth shut and has gotten his ass handed to him multiple times (both from his fellow bikers and the patrons), he has nothing but fond memories.

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" hey buddy i don't want to do this an all but my manager says you gotta buy something or give up your table. " Percival hated the optics of harshing anyone's vibe more than he hated clocking into work nearly every evening this week. But it did have to be said. And management made him the one responsible for saying it. As his section had begun to amass a reputation for being overly full and requested.

Percy couldn't begin to imagine why as all he did was scam people out of a few pieces of king salmon roll or eel when they weren't looking. Or charm and talk them up when they were. This guy though seemed to be one of the ones who sat , stared , and waited until the catboy absolutely had to come to his table and see what they were about.

" miso soup and pork dumplings are cheap and what most " watchers" order once they've been found out." He suggests. Taking polished finger and pointing to the choice on the man's menu. Pantomiming helpfulness. Trying to make it seem like he was hard at work.

Seth's eyes were trailing along the clientele at the establishment. The rest of the bikers were at their usual spot, the Billion Billiards Bar. Or BBB as Seth liked to call it. But every now and then? Seth had to break apart from the pack. As fun as it is to be a shit stirer and usually get his ass beat for it, there is work to do. And his eyes were currently looking for the richest person in the room to gauge just how easy it would be to swipe some stuff from there. Whether it be here, out on the street, or perhaps at their own place if Seth can trail them and they live close enough.

He was brought out of his thoughts as someone spoke to him, and his eyes turned to look at the cute boy. A snort escaped his lips as he heard the other man's words. "The miso soup, definitely. But do you guys serve hibachi here? Would kill for a onion steak hibachi." Seth admits with a small groan. His eyes briefly checking on his possible target before turning back to the other and grinning.

"And what soft drinks do you guys have?" Seth was a bit of a sugar addict. Cokes, smoothies, and if he's feeling healthy? Gatorade. If you think you're getting Seth to drink water? You're setting yourself up for an impossible task. Seth definitely doesn't dress like it, but he's definitely not struggling with money. Stealing from people and then reselling high end valueables tends to let some accure a nice collection of wealth. Although one wouldn't notice by how he's dressed. The too big black tank top and jeans combo with his Billiard Biker's Gang leather jacket thrown on over it definitely didn't make him look like some of the more esteemed guests.