Fable III :D X-posted.
I'm looking for a player to take the role of Reaver, for the relaxed Fable III GPSL Bone Orchard. We welcome both old and new Fable fans: we've provided a complete Let's Play! walkthrough of the game, including the DLC Traitor's Keep.
If interested, leave a comment on my dropbox, and or send me an IM on AIM, to bythemoonsofmer.
My canon character: Barry Hatch: profile: Is exceptionally bored without his Master around. A chatterbox. A skirt-chaser. Considers himself a ladies-man. Loves his women to play rough; other men, not so much. Is a pisspot: in other words, he's rather fond of alcohol. Is in charge of the household bills, and does a bit of accounting at Reaver Industries. Possibly as lazy as you can get, a trait he shares with Reaver; the pair will use any excuse they can think of to get ouf of 'strenous work'. Loves to party. Loves blood & violence. Loves arenas. Acts as commentator to Reaver's own personal arena, the Wheel of Misfortune.
Not too fond of large, clawed, hairy, howlin' beasts. Doesn't like his Curse much, as a matter of fact. Thinks he could get used to it. Should get used to it. But if only he didn't have this newfound taste for human flesh. On the bright side, Reaver's enamoured with such creatures. Especially their snouts. He just needs to learn to leave the rest of the staff alone. Partakes in a bit of humiliation of others, as well as torture, with animals thrown into the mix from time to time. Wolves, the undead, mercenaries, Sand-Furies: he's not afraid to move outside his comfort zone. So long as he isn't thrown into Reaver's arena, all is well.
What Hatch is not: Reaver's pet. A uke- if this were an anime/manga franchise, dear god, no. Submissive girly-boy. Plain old sub, even. He is a sleaze, and he is not sympathetic.
As he shares many of Reaver's characteristics, what better man is there to serve as Reaver's manservant-slash-junior accountant? Hatch is in charge of the household bills, as well as having an important place at Reaver Industries. More coin, no matter how it is procured, is always good news. Beds within the household are quite possibly substituted with gold. He doesn't care to mingle with the lower-classes, unless they are serving as fodder for his... 'alter-ego'. He still has tastes, though. Under the guise of his other-self, he normally doesn't just chow down on anyone he finds on the streets of Bowerstone.
With a penchant for alcoholic beverages, he does well as a host in Reaver's many parties. There's also his role as the arena commentator to consider, but, that can hardly be better than getting blind-drunk, right? He is also responsible for holding the fort when Reaver is out, and this entails delivering calling cards and maintaining buisness partnerships, which includes the royal court.
Reaver: Successful business-man through deceit and manipulation. Immoral. Immortal. Dislikes children. Dislikes peasants. Dislikes anyone who doesn't have money that he can hoard through taxes. Seeks to make a profit from nearly any kind of service immaginable. Fond of drunken, wild parties. Flirts with and beds anything with a pulse, and I do mean anything. Prefers to play it rough; whips, stocks, racks and more. Crossdressing, as well. Partial to using such instruments to teach his manservant Hatch better manners.
Converses only with members of high-society, but he is still a cold-hearted prick. Others only exist to be exploited, in his opinion. Work is for the ignorant people: life is a lot more entertaining when you enslave employ others to do dirty work for you. Is two-faced: every man for himself. In combat he'll do whatever needs doing to get out alive. Out of combat: the same applies. Is a master of firearms; he wouldn't think twice about taking a shot at anything or anyone... and he never misses his target. He'd put his own mother to work in one of his factories, to get what he wants. (if she were still alive, that is.) Easily converts others into believing that youth, beauty and money is everything.
What Reaver is not: ...
I try not to think of what the general public make him out to be, but...
Generally, he is not kind and caring. He used to be a pirate. Was practically the mayor of Bloodstone, a port town-slash-haven for all businesses of an illegal nature. He now pretends he never was a pirate, and has destroyed all evidence of it. Reaver is not a hopeless romantic playboy. Reaver does have standards, as immoral as they are; he is by no means a sex machine. Where it's essential like.. I don't know, oxygen. However, he does host orgies every week at his countryside manor in Millfields. For a group of sophisticated balverines. (The franchise's equivalent of werewolves.) And everyone in the general snob-community is invited, provided they have enough gold in their pockets.
His role in the game: Reaver is CEO of Reaver Industries, a large-scale business comprised of many, many factories, all located in Bowerstone Industrial. Just about everything the citizens of Albion rely on-- is designed and constructed in these factories. Reaver Industries is the only business in the kingdom that can provide work for its citizens; no one is shunned from any of Reaver's factories. All are wecome. Young children are the majority. The products range from household items such as teapots to steamhats, cheap dog-food ( take a wild guess as to what kind of 'animal' is used!), and weaponry.
Tying into this role, he is affiliated with the royal court: the new Hero Queen is reliant on him wen it comes to making decisions, of how to improve life for Albion's citizens. Naturally, as Reaver is anything but moral, his proposals often just mean shunning the poor, and gathering more gold coin for himself. That said, he is a valuable asset to the court. His presence is very much needed.