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Name: Tee
Age: 46
Sex: Male
Race: Quaare (albeit, with long ears of course)
Background: Born in a small remote human village, his experiences with other quaare's were practically non-existent, save one time. Surprisingly enough, the small village loved him and didn't shun him as an outcast for being different. In fact, they loved him so much, that he became a small celebrity in the village (very small village mind you, maybe 80 people or so). He learned how to throw a punch from the lumberjacks, notorious for getting drunk and getting into bar brawls. Taking after them, he also started drinking and getting into bar brawls. He also turned out to be quite adequate at drunken boxing.

Then one day when he was 25, a merchant's caravan passed through town and along with them, a small group of quaare. They took a fancy to his strange behavior and after a few days, Tee decided it was time to leave the nest. While with the caravan, he learned many new things about the quaare culture, and learned in depth, the quaare outlook on life. He stayed with the caravan for a few years before heading out on his own.

During his travels, he got into quite a few bar brawls, one which ended in his ass being kicked. The ass kicker's name was Marvin, the town drunk. Seeing potential in Tee, he taught him the ways of the fist and together, the two traveled from town to town, getting drunk and participated in many a bar brawl. That was of course, until Marvin passed away, at a ripe old age of 83.

Now he continues to travel from town to town always finding the nearest bar to have a drink in his master's name, and then proceed to kick some ass.
Personality: Born in a remote village with no contact from any other races, Tee grew up with a human mentality. He thinks feats of strength are manly, he likes to drink, and he thinks bodacious chicks are hot.

When he's not having a sip of alcohol and getting buzzed (which is almost never) he's very reserved and quiet, much contrast to his drunken self where he's constantly being sarcastic, brash and crude. He likes to talk a lot when he's drunk. He has also taken to the human vocabulary, using crude words from it often. He doesn't know his native tongue, although he is trying to learn from the quaare he meets along his travels.

While traveling he has developed an inferiority complex from meeting many an ignorant person, and becomes irritated when he hear the words, "shortie, short-stuff, tiny, etc."
Presence of Keiffer Sap: Before leaving the village, the quaare that came with the merchant caravan told him of the keiffer sap and how important it is to him. So he had the sap glazed over his gourd, which has since hardened into an amber-like substance. It has made the gourd waterproof and able to withstand a beating, considering Tee has used it plenty of times to wack people over the head with and it hasn't chipped yet.

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Description
Name: Tee
Age: 46
Sex: Male
Race: Quaare (albeit, with long ears of course)
Background: Born in a small remote human village, his experiences with other quaare's were practically non-existent, save one time. Surprisingly enough, the small village loved him and didn't shun him as an outcast for being different. In fact, they loved him so much, that he became a small celebrity in the village (very small village mind you, maybe 80 people or so). He learned how to throw a punch from the lumberjacks, notorious for getting drunk and getting into bar brawls. Taking after them, he also started drinking and getting into bar brawls. He also turned out to be quite adequate at drunken boxing.

Then one day when he was 25, a merchant's caravan passed through town and along with them, a small group of quaare. They took a fancy to his strange behavior and after a few days, Tee decided it was time to leave the nest. While with the caravan, he learned many new things about the quaare culture, and learned in depth, the quaare outlook on life. He stayed with the caravan for a few years before heading out on his own.

During his travels, he got into quite a few bar brawls, one which ended in his ass being kicked. The ass kicker's name was Marvin, the town drunk. Seeing potential in Tee, he taught him the ways of the fist and together, the two traveled from town to town, getting drunk and participated in many a bar brawl. That was of course, until Marvin passed away, at a ripe old age of 83.

Now he continues to travel from town to town always finding the nearest bar to have a drink in his master's name, and then proceed to kick some ass.
Personality: Born in a remote village with no contact from any other races, Tee grew up with a human mentality. He thinks feats of strength are manly, he likes to drink, and he thinks bodacious chicks are hot.

When he's not having a sip of alcohol and getting buzzed (which is almost never) he's very reserved and quiet, much contrast to his drunken self where he's constantly being sarcastic, brash and crude. He likes to talk a lot when he's drunk. He has also taken to the human vocabulary, using crude words from it often. He doesn't know his native tongue, although he is trying to learn from the quaare he meets along his travels.

While traveling he has developed an inferiority complex from meeting many an ignorant person, and becomes irritated when he hear the words, "shortie, short-stuff, tiny, etc."
Presence of Keiffer Sap: Before leaving the village, the quaare that came with the merchant caravan told him of the keiffer sap and how important it is to him. So he had the sap glazed over his gourd, which has since hardened into an amber-like substance. It has made the gourd waterproof and able to withstand a beating, considering Tee has used it plenty of times to wack people over the head with and it hasn't chipped yet.

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