Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Aug 30, 2018 1:55:58 GMT -5
I'm bumping this because I hadn't realized that I forgot to add my boy Duncan on here. Also did a small overhaul on it so that it shows the characters that I actually have ready made for this. There may be a new bump in a few days depending on what happens, there may be a new character coming out soon..........
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Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Aug 30, 2018 1:14:22 GMT -5
Duncan followed the young woman over to the window table and helped her get the window open. He had seen her gag and was watching her closely to make sure she was alright. He may be tipsy, but he wasn't rude. Always take care of a lady, that was only the right way to live. He sat down across from her and gently passed the flask over one more time. "Now, I know you probably don't want to, but you need to drink just a little more. I can see you still have a pretty nasty headache. Just take one more drink and it should dull down to something less painful. Also, you should just sit here and rest, tell me what you want to eat and I'll go grab it for you lass." He gave her hand a pat as he stood up to go get the food, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.
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Bacchus
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17
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Leon
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Aug 30, 2018 1:03:08 GMT -5
Duncan noticed her glancing around, and listened to her idea. A small frown formed on his face, it was something he had considered in the past. However he hadn't done anything on the matter because of the risk of being discovered. It was also a risk to his storage. Lots of drunk people in this space, no matter how large was a danger. If anything were to get broken, he might fall behind on his shipments, and that might kill his business. Granted, it wouldn't be that hard to get back up and running, but it would be a pain in his arse. He let the frown fade off of his face as he took another sip from his glass. "I've honestly thought about holding parties down here. I have plenty of space for it, and it's pretty secure. However with all of the crackdowns going on up top, it would be a pretty big risk to my security. If the wrong person were to hear of this, it would doom not only me, but all of the drunks in camp. I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only one's still producing right now. Plus if any of my stills or stores get broken, heads will roll. That would probably bring the mood of the party down a bit." He finished off what was in his glass before pouring another.
Thinking of hosting a party lead to another chain of thought, one he hadn't thought of last time when he was considering parties. He didn't always appreciate how much space he really had down here. This operation streached under all five barracks, but most of that space was for storage if he ever build up a massive surplus. All he really needed to do was get all his stills moved to a safer area, and set up a party area on the other side. He would also need a seperate entrance to be built. It would look quite odd for lots of people to head into the fourth cohort barracks only to not be inside. Thankfully he did have one person who owed him a favor in town. A cute daughter of Pluto that liked what he sold a great deal. The gears started to turn in his head as he started to mentally arrange the underground area and think of what he would need to make it party stable. He couldn't help the smirk that made it's way onto his face. "My dear, I think I may have just solved all of my own problems. For a moment, I forgot just how much space I have down here. This space streaches under all of the barracks. All we really need to kick off a party down here is a little rearranging and a little tech. Plus, I need a better way down for the party, but there's a lovely young woman who owes me a favor in New Rome that can help me with that." He looked over at his new friend, sipping from his glass. "I believe this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship my dear, beautiful and profitable for the two of us."
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Bacchus
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Leon
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Feb 4, 2018 23:05:10 GMT -5
Duncan gave Kaylee a gentle pat on the back after she finished her first sip. His stuff wasn't for the faint of heart, or beginners to be honest. However, it was the fastest way to get rid of a hangover from some weaker stuff. He took another sip himself, sliding his other hand back behind his back to grab his canteen, the one that he kept full of water. He gently passed it over to the young woman beside him. "Here, this is also what you need to be drinking. No surprises here, just plain old water. Drink slowly though, too fast and you'll make yourself sick again. Trust me lass, you don't want that." He said softly, not trying to aggravate her headache. He pushed open the doors to the mess hall that they had just arrived at. The smell of food brushed over him as he looked around the room. There were a few people scattered around, but it wasn't too crowded. "Where looks good to sit to you? I don't actually care myself." He made a small gesture around the room.
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Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Feb 8, 2017 19:37:02 GMT -5
Duncan gave her a dazzling smile as she downed his hooch. It didn't surprise him that she could drink like that, he knew of her reputation. She was a drinker, much like himself. He downed his own glass before refilling the pair of them. He was glad that she had enjoyed it, as it was what he spent most of his non on duty time doing the fun stuff down here. Draining his glass again and filling it back up, he smiled at her next words. "Well, I don't think we could drink it dry down here anytime soon, but I wouldn't mind giving it a shot. He then stood, setting the glass and bottle down. Walking over to his storage, he grabbed 5 more bottles of the stuff they were drinking, and walked back over. He placed them down in a bucket of ice he had nearby to cool them off. Sitting back down and grabbing his glass, he raised it in a salute to the young woman with him. "To new friends, and good drink." He gave her a wink as he raised the glass to his lips.
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Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Feb 8, 2017 19:17:11 GMT -5
Duncan looked slightly miffed at the rejection of the alcohol. He was the expert on hangovers, and drinking, and here she was refusing his generous and plentiful knowledge of how to cure these kinds of things. In his total experience the best way of getting rid of a hangover was to get drunk, and then as you're drinking drink water. That's why he likes his whiskey with a little bit of water. He hadn't had a hangover in years because he knew how to get so drunk, and then drink water to keep the pain away from what was really just dehydration. Shaking his head he pushed the flask back at the young Kaylee. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Advil, and other pain relievers aren't going to do you much good here. What you're really suffering from is a lack of water, it's just dehydration. So how to fix it is to drink to numb the pain away, and then drink water, and them more alcohol. Well, you don't have to drink more, but I sure plan to. It's time for my morning food and drunk." He gave her a dazzling smile and continued to try and get her to take a drink, slowly leading her towards the food that wasn't too far off. He really did need a little to eat and lots more to drink.
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Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Oct 2, 2016 18:24:19 GMT -5
Duncan gave the young woman a smile as she spoke, he really liked her already. She had a very confident air about her and he liked that. "Yes, I guess you could say I'm the booze man. Duncan McLeoud, of the Clan McLeoud, son of the drunkest god in all of history, Bacchus. Professional brewer and shiner. Welcome to the distillery." He gave a grand wave around him at the cave that he spent most of his off duty time in. "As you can see around you, I make lots of alcohol. I have a good friend who's a son of Ceres, he provides me with all of the ingredients I need to make whatever you fancy. And I do mean whatever, I have a full blown facility down here." He was a good salesman too, and he was looking to get a good bit of business from the woman in front of him if he had heard correctly on the grapevine. Heh, that's a pretty good Bacchus pun, he gave a small chuckle at his own cleverness.
Shaking his head he started to walk around the room, pointing at the various machines around as he talked to Jen, "These are all of my distilleries and breweries. I make it all down here, safely and away from the prying hands of the Praetors. I keep it cold down here so that the finished product can be drunk without having to be stored in some sort of refrigeration. I keep blankets and pillows down here for whenever I decide to crash on the couches or if I have and good company over for the evening. Don't get much of that tho, I swear there are so many people who aren't cool with this cave. I like it down here, it has all I need, minus food."
He gave a shrug as he came across a set of barrels in the corner, he gave them a pat and looked at the labels on them. He made a happy noise as he came to the oldest one he had there. "Wow, I can't believe it. I hadn't realized that this one here was already done. Well, I will have to tap into that soon. This is the oldest batch of Irish Whiskey I have, I made it just over five years ago now. I need to find a good partner to drink this with, or a few of them." He gave a shrug and looked over at Jen, she was a good choice for a partner to be honest. He didn't know her all that well yet though, so he might ask later.
Turning back to the couches he led the way over to them and took a seat on one, inviting her to do the same. She had come down here for a reason after all, and he was more then happy to share the bottle he had here. He had several more ready in the still anyways. He needed to let her taste his product, that way she would start coming exclusively to him for her goods. "Well, I guess it's time for the good stuff now isn't it? I mean, you didn't come down here for the tour, you came down here for this," he gently swirled around the liquid in the bottle before pulling out two glasses. Pouring the clear liquid into the glasses he gently passed one to Jen, before he took a sip out of his own glass. Wow, he thought to himself, this stuff is really good. And it was, it would probably burn like a mother to someone who wasn't used to the levels that he drank at, but it was wonderful to him. It had just the right amount of flavor and a great burning warmth settled in his stomach. It wouldn't take more then the bottle of this good stuff to get really and truly fucked up.
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Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Oct 1, 2016 20:55:44 GMT -5
Duncan watched her wince and felt her pain. He knew what that was like, and it wasn't the best feeling but it meant to him that he had a wonderful time the previous night. He hadn't had a solid hangover in a good while now though. He might need to step up his drinking game, maybe starting with the beautiful young woman in front of him. Nodding to himself, he gave her another smile. "It is wonderful to meet you Kaylee. I would love to help you. Here, see if any of this good stuff right here will clear you right up. It usually works for me whenever I get hungover." His words slurred just a bit and it caused him to pause for a moment. Just what was in this stuff? Oh right, the good stuff, he forgot. He pulled out one of his other canteens from his belt and uncapped it, passing it over to Kaylee. "I made it just last night, myself of course, it's really good stuff. I would know, I've already had a full one of these." He gave a boisterous laugh and waited expectantly for her to take a few drinks from it.
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Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Sept 29, 2016 21:26:17 GMT -5
Duncan was having a good day so far. He had passed an inspection from the Praetors again, they still hadn't found his secret stills. He was currently drinking from a set of three canteens around his waist. He had one almost empty already, and was starting to reach the nice level of tipsy he preferred relaxing at. He had decided to head down to the mess to grab some food and scurry back down into his home away from home. He emptied the contents of the canteen down his throat, feeling that hot burn he had long grown used to. He knew by now that his cheeks had at least a small tint of red to them. As he reached over to uncap his next canteen, he suddenly felt a disturbance in the air. Someone nearby had a hangover and didn't know how to fix it. He could smell the scent of a first timer. He gave a grin in his slightly drunken state and looked around him for the source. He saw a young woman around his age that seemed to wince at the light and any noise that happened around her. He ambled his way over towards her, making enough noise to not startle her, but not enough to aggravate her headache further. He remembered his first hangover fondly for a moment before he snapped himself back into reality.
Gently tapping the young woman on the shoulder, he smiled at her, a little drunkenly, and stuck out his hand to have her shake. He started to whisper to her, because he was a nice person and knew he had a loud voice with his Scottish accent. "Hello there, you seem to be having a problem, one that I am all too familiar with and can offer some help for curing. My name is Duncan, Duncan McLeoud, of the Clan McLeoud. Son of Bacchus, god of drunkeness and parties. I'm willing to bet all of the alcohol in this camp that you have a hangover right now. I'm also willing to bet that this is your first one and you were going to try and fix it all on your lonesome. That's not a good idea for a first timer, but luckily, our paths crossed today and I can impart you the best way to relieve your pain." He gave her another smile, this one more kind then anything and hoped that she would shake his hand and let him help her out.
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Bacchus
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Sept 29, 2016 20:54:52 GMT -5
Duncan McLeoud, of the Clan McLeoud. That was the name of the man who was currently down below the Barracks of the Fourth Cohort. He and the Vulcan kids had worked on this room for a day and a half, making sure it was well hidden from the Praetors, and most of the rest of camp. He was currently hunched down by one of the many devices littering the room. They were his stills and his breweries. They were all currently active, but he was hunched down by the one that was finishing what would be his best batch of shine yet. Just as he was about to take a sip of this glorious beverage, his alcohol sense started to tingle. Walking over to the exit of the hidden chamber, of secrets, he pulled up what looked like a periscope. Up above, on his bed, a small cylinder opened up. It slowly rotated around, until it saw a young woman who looked to be praying to the gods for booze. He recognized her as Jennifer Kail, she frequented the Fourth Cohort looking for booze from the other delinquents that were placed here. He knew the Praetors had been cracking down harder on the booze hounds and had shut down several operations much smaller then his own. The girl looked like she needed some help, so he decided to give her a hand and invite her down into his sacred room.
Tapping a button on the side of the periscope, Duncan knew that it had opened up a small speaker near the bottom of his bunk, it was his way to take orders from those that weren't worthy of seeing his glorious cavern. It was actually well lit and had a comfortably furnished corner for drinking and relaxing. A small radio sat nearby, playing some pretty alright club tunes at the moment. He tapped the mic in front of him once before he spoke softly into it. "Hey you, Jen Kail. Follow the sound of my voice, good, good, yes over here. I'm the talking bed. Come over here. You want something nice to drink yes?" He gave a small smirk to himself as he watched her through the device. He knew she would want his stuff, it was the best. He was a child of Bacchus after all, this was in his blood, both literally and figuratively. "If you really want some good stuff, you'll have to descend into my Chamber of Alcoholism. Be honored tho, I don't let just anyone down here, but I have the feeling I can trust you. After all, if you turn me into the Praetors, you won't have access to the best booze around. I'm one of the only children of Bacchus using his gift here at camp, and I just finished up something beautiful." He held the small bottle of liquor up to the mic and swirled it around, producing a noise that was beautiful to his ears. He took a small sip, and he felt his entire body heat up, this was some of his strongest shit to date, and it would kill a small village.
He looked around through his periscope really quick, to make sure that this part of the barrack was mostly empty. Confirming this, he pushed a button on the wall nearby, and a set of wooden steps descended into his view from above. Looking up to the opening, he saw his bunk raise up to allow access to the stairs, while shielding them from view of anyone who would walk in suddenly. He looked up to the top of the stairs, and awaited his newest customer, taking another drink from the clear liquid in the bottle.
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Post by Duncan McLeoud on Sept 17, 2016 18:12:48 GMT -5
| TRADITIONAL APPLICATION Ewan McGregor - Seventeen - Camp Jupiter - Heterosexual - Single
likes-- Making Homemade Liquor, Drinking, Partying, Friends, Dancing, Women
dislikes-- The Praetors, Fighting, His Accent, England, Running Dry, His Mother
strengths-- Brewing, Drinking, Dancing
weaknesses-- Fighting, Sobriety, Women
fatal flaw-- Duncan is a very prideful man, and his pride could lead to a fight he can't handle
fears-- The Praetors finding his stills, His mother finding his stills, His stills going missing
preferred weapon-- Sword and Shield
cabin/cohort-- Fourth
allegiance-- Roman!
personality-- Duncan is a party boy to the hardest. His mother and father don't approve of his partying ways, but since he has joined the Legion they cannot stop him as he is now an adult. He enjoys dancing to good music and drinking to his heart's content. He is very happy to be placed into the Fourth Cohort, the Party Cohort as he calls it.
He spends a good deal of his time hanging out with the various men and women around the cohort and working down in his stills. He loves drinking and gets in various drinking contests whenever he possibly can. He has never been too keen on fighting, especially because he can't fight drunk to save his life. Fighting = Sober, and he doesn't like that, he enjoys his buzz.
godly parent-- Bacchus Roman
family-- Leonora McLeoud, Fourty, Retired Legionaire
pets-- None
hometown-- New Rome
history-- Duncan was born in New Rome, and was raised by his mother, who retired from the Legion in order to raise her son. His mother was of Scottish decent, born and raised in Scotland before her parentage was revealed to her and she took the long journey to Camp Jupiter. After passing through the wolf house and Lupa, she joined the legion and served the Senate proudly. Her appearance and party ways attracted Bacchus, the Roman God to her. They had a small relationship, and she grew to be pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.
Duncan was raised by his mother, and followed in her footsteps as a party lover, much to her ire. She had tried to raise him to be better then she was, but he had learned fast how to do the things he wasn't supposed to do. He did some training with his mother, but he simply didn't have the aptitude for fighting. What he was good at, was running a still and brewing his own drinks. His mother wasn't aware of it, but he had learned how to do so. This was his way of drinking and his mother not knowing about it.
The day his whole life changed was the day that his mother informed him he would be joining the Legion. He wasn't happy to say the least. He would have to be very crafty, trying to continue his drinking and brewing in the Legion. He knew that the praetors wouldn't take kindly to drunken behavior and such. But after getting a letter from his mother, he was placed into the fourth cohort, and couldn't be happier. These were his people, and, best of all, once he told them of his love of brewing and his skill, one of the Vulcan kids was borrowed to make him an underground area where he could set up all of his stills at the same time. It has been two years since he had joined, and he was the best source of illegal booze anywhere in the camp.
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