Smith Banquod's Questionnaire

You know, it's the strangest thing - I distinctly recall living in Pearl-on-Foam, but that's not where I am now. Best I can tell, I had too much to drink and wound up elsewhere. It's no biggie - I've managed to find a room for rent and complete odd-jobs here and there to pay my keep. I haven't done much exploring in the surrounding area, and I haven't really figured much out from the locals. But I've gotten solid enough money to blow on liquor, so I'm pretty set. One of these days I might need to actually do stuff, though. Pretty scary. But I'll make it. I always do, no matter what my "family" might think.

People usually need stuff done. Things hauled, thugs beaten, or mooks told off. I like to do those things, so I offer to do it for a fee. Usually it's small, but doing it enough adds up. The folks around here don't seem to get many Kra'deshi, so them not knowing what they're up against tends to give me an advantage in combat and negotiation. When I'm the aggressor, I always try to give them the choice of things going easy or things going hard - since either way I walk away happy, but they can share in that happiness if they're smart. Most of my money earned goes into liquor and rent, though I've got a little squirreld away for bribes.

Well, I'd like people to like me. I've found that making people dead usually makes their living friends not like me, so I try to avoid doing that. Not that I'm opposed to making people dead, just that it tends to be counter-productive in regard to the getting people to like me. Getting almost dead is bad, and is something I like avoiding, but getting hurt does make people like you - or at least not dislike you. I don't really know what the best way to get people to like me is - I'm generally pretty likeable, I think, but that doesn't stop people from disliking me. I would guess because they're disappointed that they're not as cool as me, and they're taking out their anger the only way they know how.

Probably when my family disowned me. I mean, it's not really a fun time for anyone, but it did hurt when my parents didn't even stick around the mortal coil to see it through. My siblings weren't exactly kind either, but at least they had the heart to not die before kicking me out. I was never really on good terms with my family, and after leaving to travel I didn't hear much from them, but it's hard to assume your family would do something like that. Still, I'm not too broken up about it. Doesn't change much about me, even if it stings a touch.

I like Steven. Steven is an automech that works at the party store. He's always down to party. I don't know if he considers us friends, but if he does then I would too.

Tei Utaro is a weird but nice lady that's been giving me jobs to help us both out. She's with The Cult, so I've been doing some cult-y stuff for her. She's oddly nice, but she's obviously just being polite for the sake of professionalism. Still, it's a nice change of pace.

Probably the guy I'm closest to is Sweet Moreef. He's an old pal that I've been helping to drum up business for The Hideaway, and he's been helping to keep me not face-down in a ditch. We've been friends since our schoolyard days, and good buds like us gotta stick together. He's a good bartender, part of whatever union The Jakes have going on, so even without me he'd have damn good protection. Not that he needs it, nobody goes for the bartender.