Post by puddleink on Feb 18, 2015 21:52:45 GMT -8
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No known residency or preference |
| His clothes, old surplus greens, blacks, and tans--paired with worn and holey jeans--are covered in a thick layer of dust and who knows what else. His boots are held together with duct tape, and his gloves are cut and torn. Odd pockets are filled with who knows what, and a pair of motorcycle goggles are strapped to his left arm, also covered in a muddier dust. The area around his eyes is free of dust, giving him a reverse raccoon look. No matter what medium, his pictures just do not come out to look like him. They all turn into a puddle with a beard/mustache. |
Personality | Always curious what everyone is up to, and more than willing to lend a hand, or tell a joke to cheer them up. Not always the best with words, and can get incredibly depressed if something goes wrong, or if people ask too many questions about himself. Anything creative gets him smiling. Hard labor is something he doesn't mind at all, and his strength lets him handle some of the more heftier items around town, like stubborn oxen. |
Brief Biography | He comes from off island, from somewhere far away, looking for an escape. For about ten years he found a wonderful community to stick around with, occasionally vanishing to attend to other business a Hobo Puddle may have. He keeps to himself, loitering around the town center and the town hall, and every so often you can find him picking at sea shells on the beach. The villagers know him as a friendly, though a bit odd, and welcome him to help out and celebrate the town festivities when they come around. He has been known to show up at night and keep an eye out for anyone that is too tired to head home. Sure, it sounds creepy, but passing out in the middle of the town is not safe! The creepers could get them, so he takes them to their homes and makes sure they're all tucked in before leaving. An odd rumor is flying about explaining why he doesn't accept money for his help. Folk are saying that he's actually a very rich execcutive that is running away from responsibilities regarding his marriage to another well off CEO on another island. There's another rumor that Hobo Puddle ISN'T his real name, but honestly...who would name their kid Puddleink!? |
 Marriage Requirements | -Competed (winning optional) in all Contests - At least Friendly with ALL villagers - Attended all Holidays - Brewed 500 Spirits |
 Loves | -Pudding -Wool/Wool Products Tea |
 Likes | -Beer -Any Cooking Product -Hot Coffee |
 Neutral | -Crops -Tofu |
 Dislikes | -Milk -Perfume |
 Hates | -Gold Coin -Crickets -Chestnut |
 Fears | -Eggs ( Any/All) |
