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Monday, May 18, 2015

"Teflon" Johnny Galloway


Concept: Entrepeneur/Ne’re-do-well.

Desc: Male Caucasian Mid thirties. Long dark hair, often pony-tailed in the back. Leanish build but with a slight paunch that seems to be getting larger as time goes on. Bright eyes, piratical smile. Dimples to kill for. Jeans and a T-shirt are the standard uniform. anything more formal than that requires a wedding, a funeral or an appearance before a judge.

History: John Galloway has always had something of checkered past. But for the most part, he’s always had the damn luck of the Irish when it comes to skating on real consequences.  He’ll fuck anything warm and concave, and how that doesn’t ROUTINELY come around to bite him on the ass I will never know..... He has a fucking gift. If you bring him to a party with a decent number of women, in five minutes, he’ll be talking to the girl with the clear heels, and in 15 minutes, both of them will be mysteriously missing. Yeah. He’s THAT guy. Aside from his current gig, he’s never held a job longer than six months. Even his own mother fired him and he’s just lucky she missed him with the frying pan she threw at his head. He’s managed to hold down a job as a clerk at an all-night gas-n-go for the last couple of years. Mainly because his paranoid manager realized that he has exactly no ambition whatsoever.  Of course, it’s not where he makes his real money. He makes his real money off of the fact that he has a particular idiot savant genius for growing pot. The Gas-n-go just makes it handy for his customers. they can come in, buy smoke, blunts, snacks and beers all in one spot.
    He’s got some place up-country somewhere. It’s a sinkhole that he’s converted into a grow space. He’s got grow lights on a timer connected to some car batteries, and he’s come up with a fairly cunning aqueduct for the water that’s slowly growing the sinkhole in size. The plants get fairly large and are covered with these strange little purple hairs. But the pot itself is monstrously potent. Apparently, the limestone does something amazing to the water and the product is sought after by weed smokers all over the area.
Naturally, there are a few booby traps and John lives in a little trailer not far from the sinkhole itself.  Personally, he’d like for Pot to become legal to sell in this state. But he’s not sure he’d be able to take the cut in pay.
If Johnny has a saving grace at all, it is that he’s not greedy, sometimes, generous to a fault. He never takes you being angry at him personal, and he rarely ever seems to recognize that occasionally he causes people troubles. It’s never in his mind to cause problems.  Life’s a party for him. He’s insufferable, but it’s really hard to stay mad at him.

Attitude: “Dude...I’m sorry, what was I saying?

Skills: Johnny Galloway has had a lot of practice at dodging. He has a defense of 4. Also, enough athletics and maybe some Fleet of foot Merit to outrun a lot of troubles. He’s also conversant with the use of a shotgun, but that's nothing, everybody in his rather large family knows how to use one.  Socially, dealing with John Galloway is a bit like trying to nail Jell-o to a tree.  He’s a very very skillful liar and always seems to have a good grasp on what people want to hear. But he can turn on the charm like a searchlight when he is so moved.  He’s got loads of allies and quite a bit of contacts, and he’s not shy about getting them to help him on those occasions when he really does have his tit in the wringer.  

Story Uses:
“Dude my girl mary-jane is in town. You wanna come by and see her?”
John’s  cottage industry has gotten to the point where it’s on the radar a bit more than he’d like. There have been dudes trying to sweat him for a piece of his action, but he’s been too fast for them up till now. Maybe you could help a brother out, you know?

“You can start the party now. I have arrived.”
John Galloway is the original good time charlie. He’s fun to be around. Has more than couple dots of socialize. He can hold his liquor. He plays guitar and piano.  Has the best stories and can tell even a dumb joke well. He’s not afraid to bring his “Special Brownies” and/or the rest of his kit.   He’s friendly and at times, can even be a good friend.  
Of course, he’s liable to sleep with your woman...But hey. Who’s perfect?

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