Name: Guy Noir
Job: Private Eye
Address: The 12th Floor of the Acme Building
Purpose: To find the answers to Life's persistent questions . . .
Age: Older than he'd like to admit - early fifties
Canon: A Prairie Home Companion
http://prairiehome.org/
Attributes: Can shoot straight, wisecrack, drink bad whiskey (or good beer), knows people who knows things, can slug it out with the best/worst of them, admire pretty women even as they're setting him up for the fall, mull over the problems of the world, and occasionally solve a crime or two.
Weapons: A quick tongue, two fists of iron, and . . . not a pistol in this rp. Oh, and his wits.
Pins: 1) Happy Beam {energy bullets from palm} 2) shout {loud voice} 3) Walk on, Walk off {increased strolling speed}
Personality: A world weary guy who still tries to find the best in people (even as he's shooting them), has the sweets for his girl, Suga', and tends to talk in pulpish verse.
Relationship: On again, Off again relationship with his girlfriend Sugar (the r isn't pronounced), depending on the episode, and if she's found a better sugardaddy.
Fears: Finding himself obsolete in a modern world
Quote: In a city who knows how to keep its secrets - wait, here . . .
Guy's Intro
Fee: The keys to his office on the twelve floor of the Acme building (of course, the rent's due back six months, and there's this guy in the hallway that practices his alto sax all hours of the night and day, but a PI needs an office, so it's the most important thing to him.)
Short Bio:
He's always been a private eye, always ending up with really odd cases, from odd people (occasionally famous ones, like the POTUS at the time), and always ends up back at the office, pondering Life's persistent questions. He's a loner, except for the times when the rent is really, really due, and then he ends up with the strangest roommates. (for some reason, most of them are salesmen who want to use the only phone in the office constantly). He often attempts to be with the women he meets on the case, but it never lasts. Sometimes, it barely starts.
His death isn't a problem - the first couple of years on the PHC, Guy and his nemesis, Pete, would end up shooting and killing each other at the end of every skit . . . "This one's for you, Guy" BANG "Ah! Pete! you shot me! Here's yours!" BANG. And then Next Week, they'd be right back at it.
My posting speed: from 5ish pm Central to 9:30ish pm Central most nights, maybe more on Fridays, plenty, otherwise, I'm at work/sleep
And of course,
I agree to the rules.
