Name: Hrothgar
Age: ancient
Gender: Male
Species: Lesser Old One
Mother: none
Father: none
Weakness: The Great Old Ones
Appearance: a disguise of a large framed young Caucasian male wearing blue jeans , combat boots, and a black vest with 'Security' sewn into the back, and 2 bondaliers on the front sized for shotgun shells but holding pepper spray cans each filled with special materials to tactically counter a large variety of roudy club patrons.
Gar has been a peacekeeper for the nightclub since it came to exist. A serious face with unimaginable strength to toss violent troublemakers into a containment cell in the back of the club till they sober up and calm down. Has a dark sense of humor.
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Gar was working the door tonight, waving those past he could smell the "exotic" on and rejecting the "yokels".
"Hey Gar." One of the new security guys said..... Gar thinks he said he was a unicorn or something.
"Boss says your on bar watch, I'm on door duty." The rookie said. Gar shrugged and walked inside, sitting down on the bar stool at the end of the bar, facing away from the bar to view the majority of the club. It didn't take long for him to see something, a firelizard belching fire at a group of frost giants.
Gar got up and walked over to the lizard, grabbing it by its throat, it disguised as a older Filipino man. He lifted him up and hauled him to the back, to the "drunk tanks" and threw him in the middle one. He turned to the "keymaster" as he was nicknamed and told him the violation, the serverity determining the time in the cell.
"Elemental assault on a group of big frosties, firebreath. Don't let him out till he plays nice." Gar said then walked back to his post, bored.
Then he smelled it, the smell of mundane. He stood up quickly following the scent, he followed it to the area near the door. He scanned and saw the group talking to a hysterical man. The replacement doorman across the street smoking.
"Goddamn rookie." He said under his breath, turning to the group he snapped his fingers and a bubble of silence fell onto the group, the music unheard to them for a time.
"Do we have a problem here Nikki?" Gar asked the she-were, one of the favored regulars, and practically family of the staff.