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Randy McPants: Nomadic Random Black Market Dealer. The one to go for all your weapon, magical, and henchmen needs.


[[OOC note: McPants is not a part of the Resistance, and will play both sides to his advantage. He is a mercenary without hiring out his services to one particular faction.]]


The guy's okay and willing to help out his fellow man, but for a price. Since he doesn't want his shady dealings brought out into the public eye of the Priestess, you'll have to find him in the poorer sections of town. He seems personable enough, but like Badger from Firefly, he's only in it for his own selfish motivations. Scratch my back, and Randy McPants will sell you the back scratcher!



"Need a watch? AK-47? Pheather Phall? You need it, Randy McPants has it! Need a Henchman? I have one right here...just add beer, and he's rearin' to go! But, you have to keep in mind, if you don't got the dough, you don't got crap.

Give me a call when you do have some loose change, ask around the lower sectors. What? You don't like the lower sectors? Think they're dangerous? Well, son, you'd better hit the shops up by the Cathedral, then. It's so much safer up there, and so much more expensive! But I'll tell you one thing... They don't got half the goods I got here."



Father Donald Miller: Priest of the 11th house of Ashbo

[[OOC note: Father Miller knows of the Resistance and also knows of the corruption in the richer section of Babylon. He chooses to take a neutral stance and serve the people of Babylon and help anyone in need. He will offer asylum to any who ask.]]


This kindly gentlemen is what the faith of Ashbo should be like. Though he preaches the wonders of the Void and how the Void has given the people of Babylon the opportunity to grow together in peace, he is willing to extend his hand to anyone in need. One does not need to be a parishoner, have money, or believe in Ashbo to receive the blessings of his church.




"Come closer, my Child. I do know the weight of the world is on your shoulders, come inside. I shall feed you and clothe you and offer you respite with the blessings of Asbo. You may rest in privacy here, and if you need to speak of your troubles, there will be a non-judgemental ear here. Of course I will do everything within my power to help you, for you are a Child in the shadow, and Ashbo will protect his Children always."




Ima and Yurra Hoag: Twin nuns running the soup kitchen



[[OOC: Creepy nuns are just that. Creepy. Think old Catholic school teachers with rulers ready to crack your knuckles if you're outta line]]

The Hoag sisters have been running the soup kitchen for the past 50 years, ever since they entered the convent. They might remember what Babylon was like before the Void descended upon them, but don't expect them to answer directly. Ima and Yurra are an inseperable pair, and are rarely seen apart. In fact, there are rumors that they were actually cojoined twins and when they were children had been successfully seperated, at least in body.





"Come in, deary...

"You look like you need a spot of dinner..."

"We don't have much, but we have.."

"Enough to share."




Jai the Librarian

[[OOC note: He has a terrible foot condition. The orthopedic shoes he must wear creak with every step]]

He's only known as Jai, and if he has a last name, it's hidden somewhere in the depths of the library archives. He is the keeper of the books, and all the information you ever want to know about the world, the Void, and Ashbo are within these halls. Magic, science, and history. But only if you have the High Priestess' certificate and seal can you enter in the Restricted section, where the history before the Void is lying in wait.

Whatever you do, do not speak in his library. You may loose your scalp!




~creak creak creak~ "Hmmmm, you said you were looking for texts on the Seven Wonders?" ~creak crea creak~ "Do you have the Priestess' seal? No? I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to have that information." ~creak creak creak creak~ "Threatening me will do you no good. There's a reason why there are guards here. Go ask Lady Cassandra for permission. If your intentions are honorable, there shouldn't be a problem."

~creak creak creak creak....~

"YOU! STOP TALKING! THIS IS A LIBRARY! THERE'S NO SCREAMING ALLOWED IN THE LIBRARY!"



Sasha the Mob Boss


With smatterings of the Russian Mafia in his blood, the man known as Sacha overloards the mid and lower sections of Babylon. He's a fair man until he's double crossed or gets the impression that he's been double crossed. He has a knack of finding and bringing his wrongeful clients in a cruel and painful justice. Sacha doesn't hide his crueal streak from others, but he is polite with prospective clients.

He also has been trying to snuff out the minor bug in his side, Randy McPants. The black market weapons dealer hasn't truly gone back on any word he's given the mob boss, but Sacha has a feeling that the squat man has been getting delusions of grandeur.




"Of course, if I find that you've abused my generosity, be aware that the worse level of pain you can think of will pale in comparison to what Lady Death can dish out. That is because she will kill you quickly while I will make it last as long as possible."



[[OOC: Please note that Sacha speaks with a Russian like accent. The mun can't write one to save their lives..]]

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