Gentleman Leofrick
by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/22/15
Homeland: Armenia
Age: Middle-Aged
Gender: Male
Stature: Short
Physical: Big Nose
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Strawberry
Outwardly: Happy
Inwardly: Suspicious
Profession: Bottler
Money: Well-Off
Catchphrase: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my humble enterprise. Do mind the bottles, won’t you? Wouldn’t want anything untoward happening, now would we?”
The tour guide leads you and the group further into the bottling warehouse, where a stout well-dressed man stands, his hands perched on the jeweled globe atop his cane. His strawberry-colored handlebar mustache—curving out from under a rather large nose—twitches twice. As if this were a sign of your coming, he turns and takes in the sight of your group. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my humble enterprise.” He bows. “Do mind the bottles, won’t you? Wouldn’t want anything untoward happening, now would we?”
