Billy Steadysword

Billy's in great shape, fit as a fiddle. Often while playing a fiddle.

Billy's six pack somehow transformed itself into an eight pack without his knowledge or approval, but whatever it is that the women seem to like about him, they like it a lot. He is not tall, nor is he heavy or in any way massive. He is, however, proportional in exactly the right ways.

Billy has a classically handsome demeanor, with that unmistakeable 'Old Ulmyr Nose' and a strong chin with a cleft you could get lost in. But his eyes are the real danger...grey, flecked with gold and green, they are quite striking, and Billy has no problem using them to their full hypnotic effect with the right people.

His raspy voice, earned singing at the top of his lungs in smokey bars and reefer-filled Dead shows (remember, interdimensional, man) is unmistakeable, and someday somebody will have the brilliant idea to invent an album, then make one called "The Voice of Billy Steadyspear". Michael McDonald can go fuck himself

His right eye seems to squint a lot whenever he is deep in thought, and he often drums complex rhythms on any nearby object. Or person.

He can do this thing woith his tongue...

Billy makes rags look good, but he dresses well and keeps himself well groomed and smelling nice. Like cinnamon and cloves mostly. He loves prestidigitating. Just digitating in general, as a matter of fact.

Billy has a lute that is dear to his heart, because he won it playing a high stakes game of Poker.

The night that the Circle had chosen for Great Conjuring, midwinter's night, I'd been deep in my cups, and even deeper into the woman I had been dating for a few solar years, by then. We still acted like lovestruck teenagers, which was an odd thought seeing as how I was a gangly teen with a huge forehead and wide-splayed eyes; basically, zero prospects of any sort of romance. Or so I believed. Yet still; my teenage years were not filled with the wild random hookups and anonymous blowjobs my friends had all told me they were having. That didn't happened until a few years later.
This bardic lifestyle does have some benefits!
As a teen, me and hthe family would picnic out by Ulmyr's gate, especially when it was bright and sunny and we could freak out the Pramps^* that lived close by. Me and my little sister Margaret would go all translucent act like ghosts, to the howls of delighted laughter from pramp children, and to smiles of thanks and praise from pramp parents. Our parents were proud of their children, and loved us well. It was a time of peace and plenty, and we had all we needed and more. Until finally, he came. They came. He raised them all; every corpse from our cemetary. The bones of our own ancestors tore my little sister to pieces in from of me. It was at that moment that I discovered I was pretty good in a fight. And that I would not fold under pressure from these monsters! Yet, no matter any one man against an army, and so it was that day. When I saw my parents fall, holding the baby close, and saw then what they did to the poor, poor baby...
If it is ever in my power to do so, I will be bringing down that bastard necromancer. Vengeance shall be as it shall be, but more important would be the census-counted legions of living, that will soon become the uncounted legions of the undead. If only anyone important enough to do anything would actually do something!
      *Colloquial term for a primary resident of the Prime Material Plane.

Billy is male, and presents himself as such. He uses He/Him pronouns, but whatever, man.

Billy is very sexually active, frequently with multiple partners, and of all genders. He very much ensures his parter's greatest pleasure, often several times^*, before indulging in his own polyrhythmic tantric excersizes, which he takes the time to savor properly, which is best done while your partner is squirting things. In his spiritual circles, this brings one closer to the truth, man. Also, he's a freak who lived in a sex commune for a while, but had to leave on account of the jealousies he inadvertantly created.     *

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getting his partner 'off' is Billy's 'kink'

Billy has a PhD. in Philosophy, but has never 'used' it. ie; he has never been a 'Philosopher'.

Billy is a traveling multi instrumentalist who busks and hustles his way through life with varying measures of success.

You gotta live the change you want to see in the world, man. Peace ain't gonna sell itself 'til it starts rolling like a river, man. Also, tho, we need to kill that fucking necromancer

Billy is incredibly good at getting himself into terrible trouble.

He likes it all, man.

Billy is, despite his personal private proclivities, incredibly respectful of people in general. He doesn't 'perv out', or make random women uncomfortable, and he genuinely cares for his friends.

Ooof, where do I begin? He's a poon hound, for sure. Also likes to drink and smoke, and if the Dead are anywhere within 100 miles, he will do everything he can to go to that show.

Billy is almost always humming or singing softly to himself, usually something reminiscent of his topic of thought.

Billy is meticulously clean, and keeps his fingernails trimmed!

Billy is an adherent to the principles of Oghma.

He is a black belt in social engineering, and often leaves a place happier for just having been in it. He enjoys bringing smiles.

He is soft spoken and gentle. Until it is time not to be.

He is always...ALWAYS...thinking of music. Even during...well, you know...

Billy's raspy voice is the product of singing in smokey bars, he isn't actually an old man.