obligatory inn music
-
lions' pride
"Had a long day? C'mon, have a seat."
Appearance
Name
Cirhe Alfhoss
Age
actually
a mystery
Species
Viera
Health
Calm.
U n s t a b l e
Alias
Cardinal of the Flock.
Orien.
Pansexual
Height
5'11
Align.
Neutral Good
Gender
Non-binary
Lover
None.
Ethnicity
Racially a Veena Viera,
origins unknown.
Scent
Always smelling
like food.
Job
Bar Owner
at Thank Gods It's Open!
Spy for The Flock,
ex-Mortician.
Location
Thank Gods It's Open!
The High Perch
World
Faerun
Voice
Soft, welcoming. Never harsh
or raised in any occasion. And then they get stressed.
With their ears naturally flopped, you'd think them docile. Fragile, even, with the lankiness of their build and the stringiness of their muscles. Yet, they carry themselves with a dexterous grace, juggling trays of dirty plates on their own to the kitchen for their staff to handle, before returning to the counter to take yet another stream of orders. All this, enduring what whims and fancies the world deems fit to pit on them in the form of entitled customers that thought their finished food deserved a full refund because it 'didn't meet their standards', and other such nonsense.
At times, they wonder how they could spend years upon years in the food & beverage line, but if not for the whispers they hear, they would have pursued other ends a long time ago. For what it's worth, people tend to spill their darkest secrets in the most public places for whatever reason that defied common sense, and Cirhe's flopped ears were very good at picking up whispers.
Inventory
➣ pocket watch
➣ matchbox
➣ switchblade
➣ sending stone
Skills
• cooking
• baking
• drink mixing
• medical dissection
Strengths
✔ compartmentalization
✔ stress management
✔ time management
✔ cooking. just cooking.
Weaknessess
✘ schedule inconsistencies
✘ short-staffed days
✘ s t r e s s
✘ can get lost in the texture of cutting meat.
...
Personality
【✔ kind, receptive, motivated, efficient, hard-working ✔】
【♦ apathetic, calm, precise, uninhibited, unsentimental♦】
【✘ exacting, judgemental, cynical, strange, passive✘】
Matching their appearance, Cirhe is nothing if not sweet and approachable at all times. After all, they run a tavern; what is the use of a watering hole that's run by a grunting old man who refuses every bit of conversation he's given? People want someone to talk to, that's why they approach Cirhe. Be it to complain about something, the weather, politics or something about their lives, Cirhe is more than willing to lend their ears. It's not an easy job to be an unpaid therapist, but they do what needs be done to bring in customers to the Magus' Archives. After all, a joint partnership helped them all, and what knowledge the Archives could spare, the tavern offered a place to rest while prospects read something that piqued their interests, or offered a room and board for prospects between travels.
Cirhe enjoys peace just as much as the next person, yet knows in their bones something ill still tides. The wheels of time are always turning, cruel and merciless in its wont, throwing the living in its throes. They dread this with all their heart, but all they can do is put up a smile, down something strong, and open up shop for a brand new day.
"It's time for another shift."