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Melkire · **04-07-2015, 04:16 PM**

Meet Brick.

As the new doorman and head of security for the Dauntless, Corporal Brick has memorized "The List," a series of names, faces, and associations belonging to allies, affiliates, and trusted acquaintances of the company who are permitted access to the unit's headquarters.

The corporal may be slow, dim, unlettered, confused, uneducated, slow, dim, and uncultured, but he also possesses a fine number of virtues, such as a polite demeanor, excellent memory, superb concentration, the various advantages of size and strength, exceptional tenacity, the vigor of youth, fierce loyalty, and the most beautiful calligraphy this side of the Shroud. He puts these virtues to use alongside his skills quite frequently, given the nature of his newfound position, barring entry from hooligans, miscreants, thieves, criminals, individuals whom Sergeant Melkire forgot to mention, the aetherically-inclined, Brass Blades, Sultansworn, and Monetarists alike. His duties consume all of his time and attention, requiring his utmost concentration. Such focus in a young Hellsguard proves invaluable time and again, though it does put a damper on his conversation... though that may be a blessing in disguise, given his relative lack of social grace.

Speaking of social grace or lack thereof,

Meet Mortar.

The corporal is so attentive to his responsibilities that time and time again he wears himself out and collapses for bells on end, leaving the company without physical security (ask us about our aetherial wards sometime). For this reason, upon request the Hall assigned Private Mortar to the Dauntless.

Mortar is a... different breed of animal altogether. In fact, "animal" is perhaps the best way to describe him. This perverted little chatterbox is everything that Brick isn't: witty, hyperactive, lewd, boisterous, forgetful, and SHORT. Their only common interest? Cigars. Go figure. That said, this tiny terror has his own legend going for him, a legend of insubordination, confrontation, fisticuffs, bar brawls, broken ribs, teeth marks, broken femurs, stubbed toes, cracked skulls, devoured pets, gambling, and worst of all, an atrocious neglect for hygiene. His new post challenges him every sun: to stand still, to accept baths-by-bucket on a regular basis, and to cover for his corporal whenever the roegadyn needs his sleep. So what if the lalafell peddles company goods now and again?

The new security for Dauntless HQ, ladies and gentlemen.

The Dauntless [FC/LS]

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