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Tobias Tookins (Mad Eye Toby)
Appearance
Tobias Tookins is a tall, heavy set man with the wild gleam of too much hookah smoke hanging in his eyes. The left appears to be as normal as anyone else's, while the right bulges out like a chameleon's constantly swiveling about with a repulsive nature. Long mangy auburn hair and scattered whiskers set on a pock marked face, a bulbous nose ruddy red from time spent in the sun. Thick cracked lips hide behind his untamed facial hair, framed by large oval shaped ears, a man most fair maidens wouldn't give a glance to. What he lacks in looks he makes up in company.
Skills and Abilities
"M'lord, I be a simple freighter, tis all!"
In his youth, Tookins opted into the Vel Anirian Navy, seeking adventure on the high seas. Used to light to middle weighted armor, the salty dog fights as most scurvy ridden sailors do, cheap and dirty, quick and painful. He's used to being thrown a weapon mid-fight and making due with what he's got, never really taking the time to specialize in any particular set, although the scimitars of the Kalitians have been adopted by many of the grunts and officers of the Core. After serving his time, he moved to Alliria and became a contracted dockworker, opting in on the occasional voyage to sea considering the pay. His time in the military gave him particular sets of skills which he put to use for some shady characters which frequent the docks, and soon became the premiere smuggler of illegal goods, his handle M.E., or Mad Eye, becoming a known calling card among the upper echelons of society. The rogue therefore stays primarily in the Shallows, if not working, and keeps out of sight and out of mind in face of the public spotlight, preferring his lowly status in wake of his gold flow.
In his youth, Tookins opted into the Vel Anirian Navy, seeking adventure on the high seas. Used to light to middle weighted armor, the salty dog fights as most scurvy ridden sailors do, cheap and dirty, quick and painful. He's used to being thrown a weapon mid-fight and making due with what he's got, never really taking the time to specialize in any particular set, although the scimitars of the Kalitians have been adopted by many of the grunts and officers of the Core. After serving his time, he moved to Alliria and became a contracted dockworker, opting in on the occasional voyage to sea considering the pay. His time in the military gave him particular sets of skills which he put to use for some shady characters which frequent the docks, and soon became the premiere smuggler of illegal goods, his handle M.E., or Mad Eye, becoming a known calling card among the upper echelons of society. The rogue therefore stays primarily in the Shallows, if not working, and keeps out of sight and out of mind in face of the public spotlight, preferring his lowly status in wake of his gold flow.
Personality
Tookins is a jovial fellow, a high spirited sea rat who belches many a tunes after getting lost in the bottom of a grog barrel after too long in the gutter.
"Though he lacks class, he makes up for it by being badass..." -Unknown, Toby swears it was a merchant lord.
By most accounts he's a stand up guy, in the community at least. While there's always the few people from out of town who come by complaining of a misdeed from the shady freighter, crowds in the Mangled Rat have formed to the man's protection, a local celebrity of the Shallows. The whores and wenches never knew violence from him, a brawl usually ended with a genial handshake and clasps on the shoulders, and for the most part he paid his dues.
This isn't to say he isn't without his oddities, as anyone looking in the asymmetrical eyes could tell he'd been dropped on the head as a babe. It was a known fact that Tookins talked to himself, having whole conversations in hushed whispers, only to burst out in shouts to the surprise of many a dock hands around him. Many a contracting captains doubt the quality of the man, especially in these times, but when his work is done in rapid, heavyset strides across the warped planks of their ships, outpacing even their first mates, they know they've got a double sided coin on their hands.
"Though he lacks class, he makes up for it by being badass..." -Unknown, Toby swears it was a merchant lord.
By most accounts he's a stand up guy, in the community at least. While there's always the few people from out of town who come by complaining of a misdeed from the shady freighter, crowds in the Mangled Rat have formed to the man's protection, a local celebrity of the Shallows. The whores and wenches never knew violence from him, a brawl usually ended with a genial handshake and clasps on the shoulders, and for the most part he paid his dues.
This isn't to say he isn't without his oddities, as anyone looking in the asymmetrical eyes could tell he'd been dropped on the head as a babe. It was a known fact that Tookins talked to himself, having whole conversations in hushed whispers, only to burst out in shouts to the surprise of many a dock hands around him. Many a contracting captains doubt the quality of the man, especially in these times, but when his work is done in rapid, heavyset strides across the warped planks of their ships, outpacing even their first mates, they know they've got a double sided coin on their hands.