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Marons Inhold

Age: Time matters little on his planet, but due to human insistence he has invented the age “46”

Job: Barman

Planet: Earth, species from Magrathea

Species: Thrille

Species Traits: Thrille are born on a planet with no rotation whatsoever, resulting in their bodies being transformed into two different species, the Thrille and the Possk. The Thrille are large earthen red figures, their skin hard and resembling stone with their hands cat like but with an opposable thumb. Of course, they have no hair on their bodies. They have no eyes, as evolution found no use for them in the blinding glare of the sun; their ears however have developed to the point of almost bat like precision, creating large dish like formations on the back of their torsos, all intents and purposes they look slightly like gargoyles. They have two spouts at either side of their heads, resembling ears but actually vents in their bodies to stop overheating. They are incredibly resilient and heat proof, but quite weak against cold and loud noises. Sleeps patterns of the Thrille are strange to say the least, while they can actually sleep normally they have the ability to sleep standing up and occasionally move before waking. Also one of the first species ever to invent central heating and saunas before the wheel.

Description: There isn’t much different in Thrille to untrained eyes, but Marons will proudly tell ,if asked, that he is eight foot six inch tall with his spouts making up the last six inches. He is a burning charcoal red with darker, retractable claws and no definable muscles; he just appears to be a rock, a large immovable rock. He also has three bullet marks in his chest, technically Thrille scars. To his slight shame however, Marons has a smaller ear span than normal, only a foot in all; while this helps him in the job he has chosen because his hearing is not as acute, it means he is less attractive to other Thrille females. This is a general trait of second or third generation Thrille on Earth.
His clothing, like most other Thrille, is designed to keep his core temperature hot enough for him to function properly; a pair of “mufflers” are placed over his spouts, reducing heat they displace. They resemble socks placed over the smooth cylindrical vents. His ears are also covered, a cloak like material descending from his back to cover up the wing like protuberances; they also help to reduce the amount of sound the ears pick up, though he can still hear a glass drop in a crowded room he can stand to be in the bar when it’s in full swing.

Personality: Thrille’s instinct is to listen, so that is what Marons does most of the time. He listens, to everything, even if they don’t know he is listening; but he hardly ever speaks. In fact his most common form of communication is a simple nod, or a thundering tap on the counter in a showing of the necessity to pay. Even when he does speak, still only barmaids or delivery people hear him, his voice surprisingly quiet for such a large person.

History: Born into a majority human neighbourhood, Marons attended a public school in the area; while little was known about his species at the time, so many new cultures were moving it that it was difficult to get segregated without others backing you up. Thus he passed through school at a fairly peaceful pace, though he did need ear protectors for certain amount of time while they developed.
Passing onto higher education he got a job as a bartender in a small, unknown basement bar; his ability to keep track of every order being called out, coupled with the fact no one can break up a fight like a Thrille got him a job. One day, on a slow day, he overheard the owner in the back talking about a local gang that was using the bar as a money laundering and hideout at times. After a few days of agonising over the choice, Marons called the police and reported this. The response was quick, but ending; the gang was waiting for him when he returned to his job the next day, the owner dead and the gang planning to clean up any witness’. They had not accounted for Marons, while defending himself he took three bullets in the chest; the police found him later, dazed and bleeding against the bar.
The reward for the turn in for the gang helped Marons buy up the now vacant bar, where he began to develop it as one of the best known bars in the area, nicknamed “The Tap” because of the way Marons asked for the bill to be paid. Unfortunately it never quite reached “chain” standard. The fact the galaxy was ending took him by surprise, to say the least, but he took it as a chance to become even more fruitful in his endeavour. Selling the bar in the street, to the disappointment of the locals, he bought up a spot on the nearest ship early while property was low. Now “The Tap” is very much part of the ship’s atmosphere, as one of the few places around where you can be assured a good drink and some secrecy... Or so Marons likes to make people think.

Other: He can occasionally fall asleep behind the bar standing up, if someone says his name he will wake up otherwise he’s difficult to move. He tries to remember everyone’s name, though he doesn’t great them in such a way anyway. He can’t read, a problem of having no eyes, so all news is learnt through hearing people talk in his bar.

Hobbies/Pets: No pets, but gossip gathering could be considered a hobby.

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2009-11-23 [Pnelma Tirian]: I think I understand it. :)

2009-11-23 [Evolution X]: Yeys ^_^

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