Chet Hopp

[Chet Hopp]

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CHESTER HOPP

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Age:

38

Species:

Human

Alignment:

Neutral

Occupation:

Highwayman / Odd-job Mercenary

Canon?

No

Appearance:

Chet takes on the resemblance of a mix between a highwayman and a thug, the truth not being that far. He bears a few scars across his body that are undoubtedly done by Dreams and Nightmares both judging by their pulsing glowing color that offers himself meager light at night. In a hypocritical sense the scars were the best thing to happen to him despite their severity.

He is a well-toned and dark-skinned man with the trace hints of stubble that he maintains every week whenever he makes it out to civilization or a quiet area with water. It's a rare sight to not see Chet with various basic hunting gear that he's made himself as well as his canteen reeking of rum that is certainly more than meets the eye.

Face Claim:

None. Art is owned by Dellidandy.

Personality:

Chet is a stubborn son-of-a-gun who seldom cares for the safety of others when a certain beverage is in his system. The Dreams' presence served to make his drinking habit all the worse-- oddly enough the presence of Nightmares didn't seem to have much of an effect at all. When drunk as a skunk he's louder and unable to refrain from blurting out the elephant in the room, though years of 'practice' have unfortunately made it rather difficult to tell his drunk side from his sober one.

He prefers to live on his own, depending on himself. As a result he's become quite able in the unforgiving wastelands and acts as a guide and additional aid to those looking to caravan between the Nightmare City and the strange oasis kingdom far away. Chet cares about other humans, especially with how absurdly young many of them seem to be, but the presence of Dreams and Nightmares turns him off from a mission. He views both sides as a menace to human society and as a result he's rather bitter about anyone who's decided to help either side.

He's kept away from most of the gradual drama going on in both areas thanks to his tendency to live out in the wilderness and make quality goods from scratch for himself... but is always compelled to be drawn back to civilization thanks to his inability to make quality wine and also for weapon repairs.

Chet appears to not be able to discern a Dream from a Nightmare, especially when they are in a humanized form. He can mistakenly identify with the enemy simply because they look like him and as a result his allegiance is constantly a subject of debate and confusion.

As an individual he's not difficult to figure out especially with his one track mind and the tendency to announce his feelings, whether they make the situation uncomfortable or not. He's capable of experiencing 'fun', but only in the late hours of the day and after one hell of a sober day.

Weapon:

**With his proficiency and preference for normal manmade weapons he doesn't need a magical advantage-- or rather doesn't want one. He does however have a strange contraption hidden away in that canteen of his...

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Abilities:

N/A

History:

TBA

OOC Alias:

Dellidandy