Aaron G.

Journal: [It's the same journal tbh this is just a sample]
Name: Zacharie

Canon: OFF
Canon Point: All of them, in a trans-dimensional sort of way.

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Age: Good damn question
Appearance: According to Mortis Ghost's art, short and thick, with tattoos down his arms in abstract styles. Built for strength, but certainly not intimidating. Unless you're afraid of masked men.

History: Prior to sidling his way into the plot of Dulun, he served as a protector of the Zones and seller of goods. Zacharie is the official merchant of Off's world - the only one, in fact. However, his business is not one of
the most flourishing ones: only heroes are willing to buy artifacts from mysterious strangers. No one really knows where all the items he offers are coming from, nor how he even got hold of them, but as a video game player, you probably couldn't care less about it, could you?

Personality: Zacharie is largely amicable and optimistic, as he laughs when you talk to him and seems to enjoy the company of those around him. He has a tendency to frequently break the fourth wall in the process of offering his assistance to new arrivals. He is fully aware that he resides in a game and may even be bored of his situation, commenting that characters are "starting to pile up". He's an enigmatic sort, giving very little about himself personally away.

He enjoys his role as Dulun's sole merchant and takes joy in obtaining others' credits and tradable goods.

He is often shown to be caring towards the other characters, referring to them by name or even an affectionate nickname, or showing sorrow over the deaths of prior players.

Existing Powers/Abilities: The Fourth Wall Break, and a dimensional sidestep that allows him to arrive wherever he might be needed in the moment, or where he might offer some kind of relief. A combat veteran with a blade that never sees the light of day.

Inventory: The Shop, which replenishes over time with basic items, and can have a rotating selection of less common goods.

Goals in Dulun: To provide goods to the Crater's growing population and perhaps make a few new friends. A fitting reversal of the fate of his home plane.

Acquired Powers: Minor healing and resurrection, for the purpose of Deus Ex Machina in case a player gets into some bad trouble.

Samples:
Shrunk for length
: "Shop guy." Clearly at the guy who runs the shop. "What is your name?"

Without looking around at Enver, the shopkeep reaches for another place in the air. Suddenly, there are staves. Each one is a different material, each has a different aura, radiating energy of frost, of fire, of force. Enver seems to brighten up at this, his typical stave being left behind in the Circle evidently. He reaches for the one radiating fire energy. "Yes, Sir McLarge?" His head tilts. "You may call me Zacharie."

"Thank you, Zacharie. Do you have a bag of neverending?"

He's looking between all of them. Everyone so eager to be on their way, good! He stands and takes the brassy-looking engraved staff off the wall, tapping it on the ground once and seeming to ignite the glassy crystal embedded at the head of it. He twirls it once in his hand as if testing its balance. "The standard price is two silver, but I am fine with a trade. Armor is gratis but this is a projectile weapon. SPEAKING OF WHICH!" Ooh, that looks nice... but then Enver makes a sour face. "Don't really have anything to trade with, mate." Oh well. Zacharie turns and takes his hand off the staff. It stays standing where it is. Now he's looking at Leo.

"You need something besides these incredibly charming pyjamas and your bare hands."

"Uh. Yeah. Got any neat armour I guess?" he asks, looking at the stuff. He's gonna lean into the fantasy aspect. There's elves and rock creatures and magic shopkeepers. He might as well dress for it. Making a sound like he's sucking his teeth, Zacharie glances around them all again, standing with his hands on his hips as if taking a mental tally. Then he opens half a dozen other parts of the air and begins to assemble packs, laying each one in front of their respective players.

"Here, there are rations enough to get you where you want to go, and basic supplies." He turns his face back to Leo, then hums and turns away again, glancing through his stock. There is some nice studded leather armor that wouldn't look too terrible on a smallish young man. "Do you intend to hit things very hard, or only sort of hard?"

"Uhhhh... Sort of hard? Better at the quick stuff." Dodging and stuff. "Maybe preferably shooting things actually. Have any bows?" Archery! He knows archery! Then he doesn't need to try to stab things.


Anything else: WELCOME TO DULUN, WE HOPE YOUR STAY IS AN INTERESTING ONE!