Merde, cette raquette... le vieux Zizz s'est encore bourdonné en laissant la sensation d'herbe rouler à l'intérieur de son museau denté. Il semblerait que les nouveaux rayons magiques de l'homme... la femme... quelque chose-ou-autre avait contrecarré l'essence apaisante de sa pipe.
Pour l'enlever de son esprit, il s'est jeté sur les deux dames conversant à côté de lui. L'une d'elles, une fille ailée dont il se rappelait vaguement avoir aperçu pendant une fraction de seconde avant, semblait un peu étrange, mais ce n'était, ironiquement, pas très étrange pour un homme comme Rimau. L'autre qu'il n'a pas reconnu, mais il ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de se hisser la tête alors qu'il l'écoutait parler des dangers de la naïveté. Des trucs précieux pour enseigner à un enfant, dont il y avait trop de gens qui n'avaient pas appris ça.
Bonne nouvelle pour lui, cependant, était la réapparition de Mlle Naida, peut-être le barman le plus beau et le plus efficace de ce côté de... n'importe où, vraiment. Le sourire lui revint alors qu'il retirait sa pipe et se mit à la toucher.
"Si ce n'est pas mon barman préféré la semaine dernière? La plupart des barmans que j'ai vus n'ont pas d'ailes et ne peuvent pas flipper partout dans une tempête, c'est assez fou parce que ça rend le travail plus facile. Comme l'argent de la menthe pour rien de facile. Ça me rappelle ce type que j'ai vu une fois qui a mis en place sa propre ferme de haricots, un... eh bien, c'était assez compliqué, comme, il a dû signer une bonne montagne o' paperasse pour même obtenir 'Iself le stylo pour signer le premier de cinquante millions de contrats avec, un' il y avait, comme, plusieurs milliers de clauses conçues pour extorquer yer yer l'âme du fils premier-né... pourquoi est-ce toujours le fils premier-né, de toute façon? Qu'est-ce que tous les diables ont contre les dames? D'ailleurs, pourquoi est-ce toujours des sacrifices vierges? J'ai pensé que les types les plus expérimentés seraient considérés, parce que si elle allait tuer quelqu'un pour un gamin fou dans le ciel, pourquoi s'embêter à être fou? Comme s'ils avaient des normes tout d'un coup? C'est vrai. C'est un gros problème qu'on a de nos jours, il n'y a pas de normes professionnelles, comme ce gamin là-bas avec sa "musique" merdique, un "si c'était écrit, ce serait dans des virgules inversées, parce que franchement, je ne sais pas ce qu'il pense être en train de nous laver le cerveau en lui donnant de l'argent avec ses rayons magiques de fantaisie. Regarde-moi ça, c'est le feu! Je viens d'avoir le courage de m'exprimer contre l'absence de normes professionnelles en ce jour à l'âge! Je me souviens d'un moment où un endroit où si tu n'avais pas de normes, une balle sur la fer, hahaha! Ahhh..."
Ce n'est qu'alors qu'il lui apparut qu'elle ne s'intéressait peut-être pas particulièrement à ses démangeaisons, surtout après qu'il eut remarqué son murmure à un autre enfant, celui avec des oreilles de chien collées à son crâne. Il a pris une autre bouffée de sa pipe pour se vider la tête à nouveau. Il était trop tôt pour faire une mauvaise impression.
"Désolé, tu sais que je suis distrait quand je ne travaille pas." Quoi qu'il en soit, ma jolie Mlle Naida, je ne peux pas me faire un verre d'orange? Je ne comprends pas ces gamins, je veux dire, regarde-les! Vous buvez Ale dans le matin?! Quel genre de conduite est-ce? Une fois, j'ai vu une femme qui buvait une bière un samedi matin, et je vous l'ai dit... peu importe. Tu es là pour être là, de toute façon."
Name: Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku
Race: Zizz (Human-sized Bipedal Lizards, leaning more towards Lizard than Human; think Dinolfos, as opposed to Argonian )
Gender: Male
Age: 303
Occupation: Hunter, Tracker and occasional Mercenary.
Personality/Interests: Rimau has a rather mercenary approach to life, who desires nothing more than an easygoing job that pays well; preferably one that makes use of his prime talent of 'shooting things'. He's actually quite friendly and chatty if you can get him going, though he has a rather dark sense of humour; he's the sort of fellow who finds flailing burn victims kind of funny, especially if he caused it. Though he can easily come across as cranky and senile (he has a habit of rambling incessantly and ranting about random things), he's actually quite intelligent, at least on a tactical level.
Appearance Details:
Body build: Possesses a rather lean musculature; is quite fit for his age, but that's not saying much.
Hair: What sort of Lizard has hair?
Hair colour: See above.
Skin colour: Dull, dark green. Can appear quite cracked and dry in places due to his age.
Eye colour: Orange.
Height/Weight: About 5'0'', but appears shorter since he's usually hunched over. Quite light.
Notable Features: Has about four 'whiskers' coming off his chin and jaw that resemble a beard. Also has two bullet scars on his chest, near his heart.
Clothing Description: His dress sense could be best described as 'eccentric'. Despite not being an aviator at all, he wears a black leather aviator hat with accompanying goggles, with a set of colourful feathers stitched to the side. He also wears a matching fur-lined leather vest (with the head of a mechanical dinosaur and the words 'Gekko Gras Muriak' stitched to the back), and a bandolier for holding bullets. Aside from this, the rest of him is bare; after all, his kind needs a lot of space to absorb heat. He doesn't have any visible 'equipment', either.
Equipment: He has a belt on which he carries assorted items necessary to make his special ammo, such as gunpowder for explosive hollow-point ammo, oil for incendiary ammo, and so on. Of course, these supplies are limited.
Weapon(s): His weapon of choice is a Repeating Revolver Rifle affectionately dubbed 'Skrin-Ko' ('Smart' in Zizz language). Like most Zizz technology, it is utilitarian in appearance and made of blackened metal and darkened wood (sort of like this), and has a custom scope attached to the top (made from an old telescope). He also has a machete with a splintered handle, which he uses more as a tool than anything else.
Powers: Nothing here. Born on the same level as the rest of his kind.
Abilities: As a Zizz, he possesses a tough, scaly hide that is considerably harder to penetrate than human skin. He also has an enhanced sense of smell (from his tongue) and sight, which is particularly useful for his line of work. The Zizz also have the ability to heal from injuries faster than other species, though due to his age it takes over a week at least, and he can no longer grow back entire limbs or anything similarly major.
Talents: Crack shot with a Rifle. Has shot people from a mile-and-a-half away (or 2.414 kilometres). He is also something of a handyman; besides repairing Skrin-Ko, he can also jury-rig his own ammo and construct and place an assortment of traps (such as Bear Claws, Trip Mines and anything else he can think of), provided he has the right materials, of course.
Magic: While he has no magic of his own, he once hired an enchanter to magically bind Skrin-Ko to him; this means that no-one can fire the Rifle but him. His machete is fair game, however.
Miscellaneous Notes: His name, 'Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku', translates to 'Rimau, son of Rimau, times twelve'. It's not his full name.
Due to the nature of his work, he often takes medicine to keep him awake for extremely long periods of time. As a consequence, when he's not working, he is something of a heavy sleeper.
He prefers warm, sunny, dry climates. He becomes infinitely more grouchy in cold or wet environments.
He particularly enjoys smoking various herbal substances with a pipe. Keeps him calm and alert.

Sessamaru: "Nice kid. He ain't gonna get far if he don't get more realistic about the ol' warfare, though. Plus, he eats like a Pig."
Historia: "Textbook youngster; friendly, wants to travel, real naïve... she'd better shape up or she'll end up a Sunday roast, heh."
Saha: "Boy, I'd love to hang her picture on the wall."
Katelia: "I like this girl... she ain't got an ounce o' hospitality in her, but fun to watch. Remember to not shoot her cat."
Julio: *cough cough* "Whaddya mean that's a guy?!"
Azzrix: "I can't believe the Rodent ain't been put on the choppin' block yet. What kinda thief acts like this?!"
Margaret: "I see a bit o' myself in this lady... but she's got a long way to go before she can shoot with the best of 'em. Even with that fancy Crossbow."
Naida: "Well, if it ain't my favourite Sprite bartender? I dunno if there's a cocktail she can't make!"
Drubbins: "Most Ogre dumb-asses ain't good for much besides easy target practice. This guy... he's somethin' else."
Mysaren: "Somethin' ain't right about this kid. She's nice, but... nah, probably nothin'."
Tahira: "Not bad, but a bit lackin' in humour, when all's said an' done. I don't think I've ever seen her laugh!"
Claire: "Never 'eard of 'er. Is she a looker?"
Viggo: "Boy, lemme tell ya... Blunderbuss next to the ear drum? That's frickin' Opera compared to the drivel this kid calls music!"
Rouen: "This dumb-ass is pretty funny to listen to. 'Specially his precious Dukedom. The pinnacle of order, huh? Yeah, it's a frickin' circus compared to Tarzblik, kiddo."
Felan (Human): "I dunno 'bout this kid. He ain't a dumb-ass, but he ain't exactly fond of hunters, either."
Felan (Wolf): "I ain't never seen a dog that big. I'll have to clear some space if I wanted to mount his head on the wall."