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Don (the story so far)

Don

- is the bartender at Fiuay Tavern, and thus controls the town's alcohol supply
- is probably drunk at the moment
- runs the tavern with the help of a rather intelligent lobster called Steve, who lives in the bar's bathroom, and reads the Guardian
- has travelled extensively round Europe, particularly enjoying his time with a theatre troupe in Sicily
- was formerly the helsman on the Delphinus. Somewhat ran into Crete after it 'just came out of nowhere'. Is no longer helsman of the Delphinus
- is allowing Xemnas to lodge in the tavern's cellar
- has, largely by accident, kissed L under the mistaken assumption and he was a girl
- is not really a pirate
- discusses philosophy with sea creatures, including a giant fish on wheels, which he is certain is real
- suspects Raven is using the Pink Panther to overcompensate for something


[Username] foulds
[Name] Jon
[Age] 20
[Gender] Male
[E-mail] jon_foulds101@hotmail.com
[AIM] Jon Foulds 86
[MSN] jon_foulds101@hotmail.com

[ C h a r a c t e r I n f o ]

[Name] Don Esperanza; not his original surname, but one he found it convenient to adopt during a stay in a Spanish port. It turned out to be a long stay, and the name stuck.
[Fandom] Skies of Arcadia
[Age/Birthday] 35
[Gender] Male
[Sexuality] Ordinarily heterosexual, but there have been instances involving gin and dark rooms where small mistakes have been made, ordinarily followed by a period of highly vocal asexuality.

[Appearance] Scruffy is the key word with Don. His clothes suggest that he might at one point have been a fairly smart gentleman, though not necessarily a gentleman with any fashion sense; knee-high boots of dark purple, covered in a scuffs and abrasions, black trousers that haven’t been ironed in a decade, and socks that don’t even come close to matching, largely because he keeps them hidden in his boots. The curious blue shoulder pads on his jacket and pink neckerchief almost make it look like he wears an Admiral’s dress coat. The two musket shot holes in the side of the coat are a memento from the day it was discovered that this didn’t inherently mean that he was an Admiral.

Don is tall, thin, and often unsteady on his feet. His eyebrows aren’t quite symmetrical, his smile might be described as manic, and his moustache disregards all laws of physics and decency. He’s certainly not pretty, but he’s not exactly ugly either. Somehow, his blue-green eyes make him look very approachable. He’s no weakling, and he’s got fair reflexes, but Don knows well enough that he’s only alive right now thanks to his cowardly streak. Don can’t dance. Somebody should really tell him this.

[Personality] Don’s personality is very strongly linked to his blood alcohol level. He’s a nice guy, really, and he fancies settling down on Fiuay for good. He opens up a lot more as he consumes gin, and has been known to tell people he barely knows how much he loves them, before bursting into song, very loudly. At his core, Don’s a dreamer, and it doesn’t matter how many times he gets knocked down, he’ll just move on and find a new dream, and right now he’s got his mind set on making a good life for himself in Fiuay

[History/Background] Not an overwhelming amount is known for certain, least of all by Don himself. The last thing he remembers with absolute certainty is waking up on a sandy beach, removing a starfish from his trousers, and being informed he was on ‘Fiuay’. Before that, it’s a bit of a blur; alcohol was involved. He insists he spent the last couple of years working under ‘Captain Vyse’, but given some stories relating to Vyse make references to flying dolphins and airships, it seems likely to have been a vivid alcohol induced dream in part.

Don has been the helmsman of at least two ships in the past, but given the nature of his arrival on Fiuay, he has assumed that he’s not a very good helmsman. He’s also quite confident he’s been a pirate at some point, especially if defending yourself against a pirate attack - albeit briefly and ineffectively - makes him a pirate. He also recalls drinking a lot of rum about 3 years ago, which sounds like something a pirate would do. Either way, as he recalls, Vyse was fairly annoying, and piracy quite dangerous, so now he hopes to set up a far more safe and quiet land-locked venture of some description.

In odd moments of clarity, Don can remember some quite remarkable stories from his past, and he’s happy to share such stories of crazy adventures, misplaced confidence, maps held upside-down, and women he was convinced were women when he met them in the bar with anybody who’ll listen, but such moments of clarity last about as long as Don’s willpower to quit drinking, and thus such stories are rarely complete. Don has, it seems, had quite an exciting life of adventuring across Europe. He’s had a variety of adventures, in a variety of countries, under the influence of a variety of substances, and thus doesn’t quite remember them.

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