Jackabee ‘Jacks’ Willows
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Jackabee ‘Jacks’ Willows
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Lady Luck is on my side. Give her time. || 26 | Half-Halfling, Half-Human | 5’2 || D&D RP | Fantasy RP | MVRP ||
“Me either, but ah don’t hae horns comin’ out a’ mah forehead, so… Ye got an answer tae mah question? Ah need it fur research.” He sighs, pouring himself another drink before continuing the game of solitaire he had been playing.

“Y’ here fur meh or t’ drinks?”
November 3, 2025 at 3:30 AM
+ his new friend. “Tieflin’? Mah buddy told me ye guys shed yer horns if ye feel threatened. Ye know, like a lizard an' it’s tail. Is 'at true?”
October 29, 2025 at 1:52 PM
A small glance down confirmed his feet weren’t moving. With that confirmation, he answered. “I’m nae exactly ‘going’, mukker. Ye haur fur a bevvy to? They’re nae open… but th' whiskey is.” He shook the bottle slightly, extending it to the stranger. The moonlight from outside cast a silhouette of +
October 29, 2025 at 1:52 PM
+ closed.
October 25, 2025 at 1:54 PM
+ plenty of places. Besides, this place was closed.

If they were breaking in when it was open, that wouldn’t make much sense. There were people in here when this place was open. Great way to get caught.

That would definitely be more suspicious than breaking in while the illegal gambling den was +
October 25, 2025 at 1:54 PM
“It’s pretty stoatin, if ye ask me. Dae ye hink moles ever hink abit fowk? Loch, ‘Why is thes bastard diggin'? That’s our job.’”

Jacks, as he rambled, offered a hand expectantly, glancing at the shovel. It only made sense that he should take a turn.
October 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM
A'm gonnae avoid ye at th' blackjack tables.
September 20, 2025 at 3:39 AM
How dae ye murdurr a coin?
September 15, 2025 at 2:14 PM
“Moonshae Isles, born 'n' raised. Got oot o' thare though as soon as ah cuid afford passage! So, likelie... 13?” He slowed his pace, letting his new friend catch up. Jacks wasn’t in any hurry for the roast. It wasn’t going nowhere.
September 15, 2025 at 12:34 PM
“Och, definitely. Follow me, ah kn’ a guid wee place. Nothin’ fancy but has fantastic roasts!”

He motions with a hand and begins walking, not bothering to wait and see if Lago was coming with.
September 8, 2025 at 2:21 AM
“Loads o' fowk ca' me Jacks sae ah guess ye kin tae. An' a dinnae ken yit! Figured it wid be guid tae hae, ye know, in case something comes up that a'm needin' a silver fur!”

The accent, whatever accent it is, is thick, but he matches the stranger’s grin, giving a nod of his head. “So I asked!”
September 6, 2025 at 2:17 AM
“Ye'r th' absolute best!” He catches the silver and flips it, like it was a coin toss. Seeming pleased by the results, he pockets it.

“So, git a name?”
September 6, 2025 at 2:03 AM