M. Scarper Montmorency

Montmorency a cligné quand le barman s'est cogné après qu'il eut terminé sa ligne de questionnement. A-t-il dit ou fait quelque chose de mal? A-t-il commis un délit sans le savoir? Lorsque le lézardman a finalement parlé avec un ton plutôt déplaisant, Scarper a tourné la tête à droite comme dirigé et a immédiatement compris ce qu'il avait commis. Il avait tort dans ses suppositions que le propriétaire du Strumpet Inn était un homme. Comme c'est sexiste. Après tout, les femmes pourraient posséder des entreprises et des biens. Sur le plan mental, il s'est réprimandé. Qu'est-ce qu'il a dit de faire des suppositions? Quelque chose à propos de... faire des ânes? Il avait l'impression d'être un âne, même si ça ne s'est pas montré sur son visage. Revenir juste à temps pour voir le lézard s'envoler, grogner.
"Drat. Ai-je déjà fait une telle impression initiale défavorable?"
En regardant le dos du barman alors qu'il continuait de marcher, l'esprit de Scarper a travaillé inlassablement vers des méthodes de restauration de son image.
"Dois-je m'excuser abondamment auprès du propriétaire du bar? Non, ce ne serait pas le cas."
Mais, il s'excuserait toujours.
"Dois-je me déclarer idiot et dénoncer mon ignorance? Non, cela ne ferait pas non plus."
Il savait que ce n'était pas vrai.
Scarper est un homme digne et intelligent.
Les humains sont des créatures imparfaites et ne sont - ils pas autorisés à commettre des erreurs mineures de temps à autre? Il ne se croyait certainement pas parfait ou au-dessus des autres, ce serait juste arrogant.
C'est quand on a entendu un rire musical que Scarper est finalement revenu de ses pensées qu'il s'est tourné vers le propriétaire du bar.
"Oh." Il a clignoté.
Scarper a enlevé ses lunettes et les a glissé dans sa poche intérieure de gilet.
Il semble qu'au moins elle ne semble prendre aucune offense. Mais qu'est-ce qui était si drôle? Il avait quelque chose sur le visage? Quelqu'un a dit une drôle de blague? Ou était - ce ses actes d'humiliation qui étaient à l'origine de ses attirances? Pourquoi a-t-elle agité la tête? Ces questions, et tant d'autres, retenaient l'esprit de Scarper.
"Curieux. Curieuse en effet."
Il regarda la main qu'elle lui présenta et se leva un peu, souriant chaudement à elle au moment où elle se présenta.
"L'amour."
C'est ce qu'il pensait.
"Plaisir de faire votre connaissance, Mlle Veda. Comme vous l'avez peut-être entendu, je suis Scarper Montmorency. Moi-même, je fais fantastique aujourd'hui, merci d'avoir demandé. Comment cette journée traite-t-elle une dame comme vous?"
Prenant la main dans une prise ferme mais toujours douce, il l'a secouée exactement deux fois.
Une fois.
Deux fois.
Il espérait que ses mains n'étaient pas froides.
Même si sa mère lui a déjà dit quelque chose qui l'a dérangé jusqu'à ce jour.
"Les mains chaudes, le cœur froid."
Est-ce que cela voulait dire que le contraire était vrai?
Il ne se croyait pas une mauvaise personne.
Mais l'idée d'une poignée de main 'froide' l'a dérangé.
"Je m'excuse pour l'incompréhension, Mlle Veda. Je viens d'arriver en ville de mes voyages et j'ai appris votre merveilleux établissement aujourd'hui. Je ne me souciais pas de découvrir ou de demander au sujet du sexe de ce propriétaire et n'ai sauté que des conclusions stupides. S'il vous plaît, pardonnez-moi pour mes fautes."
Scarper sourit à nouveau, les coins de ses lèvres tirant juste un smidgen plus large qu'ils ne le faisaient normalement.
"Comme vous l'avez peut-être entendu quand je parlais à votre barman, la dragonne dehors a des affaires à mener avec vous. Elle m'avait proposé l'entrée de votre auberge et a demandé au propriétaire en particulier, mais il semble qu'elle était également sous l'hypothèse que le propriétaire était aussi un homme. »
Ses yeux regardaient brièvement Veda de haut en bas.
"Et beaucoup plus vieux."
Name: Scarper Montmorency
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Gentleman
Personality: Scholarly. Intellectual. Kind. Polite. Gentleman. All words with which one could describe Scarper. Scarper carries himself with a sense of confidence and pride that one couldn't help but admire as they met his acquaintance, a kindred soul to all who greet him. Judgemental and biased he is not, Scarper is rather open-minded to new ideas and concepts thanks due in part to the thirst for knowledge that his family had imbued within him. Regardless of one's background, race, gender, or belief system, Scaper is the kind of man who would sit and break bread with anyone and share good drink with everyone. Wanting nothing more but to learn of their experiences and build connections wherever he could to achieve his future goal of determining his direction and place in life.
Biography: Born to Dr. Paul Montmorency and Stefanie Montmorency, Scarper had a rather 'average' childhood. As his father was a well-known professional in the fields of science and medicine, his mother being an educator and teacher, he grew up in a home where he had little want or need. His parents providing for their only son everything, thanks to the efforts of their hard-work and perseverance. Traits that would later be instilled in Scarper. Though his parents were strict and at times harsh on him, he would later thank them for teaching him some of the more critical and important aspects to life. Education being the primary and utmost important. No extraordinary or tragic life to speak of, Scarper's parents had nothing but the best intentions and love for their son. Nurturing, caring, and firm as they were.
As he grew and matured into a fine young man, he had completed his primary and secondary education and was thrust into the world. A time which he would not argue was a tumultuous period for him indeed as he constantly changed professions seeking different employment opportunities in an attempt to find his place in the world. Working as a scribe, political advisor, lab assistant and even nurse among many others, it wouldn't be until Scarper realized that he quickly grew bored with what society had to offer him did he abandon the notion of 'settling down' into any one field for the rest of his life. As the thought was a simply soul-crushing idea. Though his mother and father disapproved, he then made the decision to heed a bit of advice his parents had imparted upon him when he was younger.
"Travel the world. Broaden your horizons."
He was still young, and the world couldn't possibly have just this to offer. And so, for the next few years, Scarper Montmorency travelled and expanded his worldly knowledge and skills along with it. Until one fateful day, he heard of a peculiar inn where room and board was not paid for in currency. No. Instead, good food and a warm bed was guaranteed to those who were willing to work various posted jobs for the inn.
What’s in your bag:
Leather-bound journal with accompanying fountain pen from which he is almost always seen reading or writing in.
Silver pocket watch (*A gift from his father.) "It always pays to be punctual."
Black walking cane with a silver raven on the handle (*He has a permanent limp due to pre-existing spinal problems) with a concealed sword within
Concealed switchblade
Concealed flintlock pistol
Spectacles (*He has poor vision)
Bowler hat (*A gift from his mother)
Extra:
He smokes. (*Bad habit, he knows)
He drinks. (*Also bad habit)
He has a sweet-tooth. (*His mother was a fine cook and baker as well)


Scarper stands at 5ft, 11 inches or 155 cm and weighs at approximately 170 Lbs or 77 kg, giving him a rather tall and slender form. Always clean and hygienic, he always takes time and effort out of his day to maintain the absolute best professional and sharp appearance as first impressions were always the most impactful in creating new bonds and relations with others.
Jet-black hair, pale grey skin, and slate gray eyes, he is always seen with his eyes half-lidded as if he were sleepy or tired and bears a constant faint smile on his lips. Almost as if he were always pleasantly content with whatever is going on at the time, his expression hardly ever changes from this default state. It being difficult to sway his emotions one way or the other, no matter the circumstances. To some, this may seem rather annoying. But to others, his presence can be comforting and inviting.


Scarper has no magical ability to speak of and isn't particularly physically strong. Where he lacks in strength and magic, he makes up for with his quick thinking and swift dexterity. If one could name his most notable skills, it would be 'Dead-eye' and 'Sleight of Hand'. Skills he acquired in part practice and part natural-born aptitude.
Dead-eye - In anyone else's hands, his flintlock pistol is terribly unreliable and inaccurate. However, in his capable ownership, Scarper can take extraordinarily accurate and precise shots. He credits it in a joking manner to an unseen connection between mind, body, and weapon.
Sleight of Hand - More than simply parlor tricks, Scarper has rather expert usage of his hands and fingers. Reflexes on par with even most assassins, he can perform simple tasks faster than a normal human eye can typically perceive. Useful for card tricks and pickpocketing, though he would like to think he is above such things.
Ultimately, Scarper believes himself more of a diplomat or politician. More willing to talk his way out of predicaments than to resort to distasteful violence. Apt to exert as little effort as possible to 'defeat his foes' either by the gift of communication and understanding or exploiting weaknesses. Believing that the best won battle is the battle never fought. To love, not to fight, using his guile and chicanery.
Though, it if ever came down to it, Scarper has a unique style of 'fencing' and pugilism for self-defense. It could not be said Scarper is beyond taking a life if ever necessary. A shadowy haze lingering behind his dull, grey eyes.