Royce Blenheim

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Appearance
Royce has been described by some as an attractive man, being a six-foot-tall, lean specimen with feathery brown hair and brown eyes tend to do that to a person. He has a charismatic, laser-straight, pearly white grin matched only by the sophisticated way in which he dresses. While he may dress in any outfit a particular venue may require, in his own bar he normally wears a white shirt along with a blue vest, bolo tie, and pants.

This man always seems to be putting on a show for some unseen audience at any given moment, and as such is constantly smiling, winking, and telling allegedly witty jokes that will rapidly polarize those in his presence: They see him as either the cool, confident fellow they want to spend a few hours with, or the sleezy barhop who tends to take advantage of gullible patrons and raging alcoholics.

Personality
Royce is nothing if not free-spirited. The reason he's always so chipper and confident is because he sees his current curcumstance as the most contented way of living he'll ever achieve. He's always surrounded by good food, good drink, and good friends (even if he can't quite remember most of their names). And above all, he knows his business is secure. After all, how many hyper-dangerous undesireables wander into the hottest nightclub in town, right? Right?

He sees it as his own personal mission in life to make every person who drinks at a bar he tends, or indeed passes him by on the street, feel a little bit more at home in their surroundings. While some people can be overwhelmed by his whole-hearted exuberance, others may see it as a refreshing change of pace from their usual company. He's quite the chatterbox, and his goal of solving a single patron's problems a day combined with the lip-loosening effects of alcohol means he has a way of knowing things he's not quite supposed to, even if he doesn't quite notice it.

That said, he has to make a living too. Good will and enthusiasm are all well and good, but without money the liquor rivers would run dry! So if the opportunity presents itself, he's not above lining his business's pockets by, say, ripping off a crime ring conducting business nearby his bar, or grabbing some money from the pockets of the burly bastard he had to bust a table with to protect a patron. Purely to scare off the thugs or replace the table, of course.

Oh, and he likes to party.

Abilities and Skills
At a fairly early age, Royce was able to learn how to manipulate and manifest his Aura. His particular manifestation appears as deep, indigo blue flames. The flames eb and flow gently, and the flames flicker almost as if in slow motion. This effect carries no heat, of course. They burn with such a low level of light that at a glance, a person could even fail to notice his aura has manifested. This is because his Aura isn't particularly strong, he just has an unusually high amount of control over it. While not helpful on his own, it gives him an undeniable knack for chanelling dust.

Royce is a highly gifted duster, meaning he is very able to utilise dust using primarily his own aura as a conduit. He uses his aura to "Cook" dust before he actually channels it, meaning he can add his own aura's energy to that contained in the dust prior to chanelling it. The techniques he uses are highly varied, highly intuitive, and quite powerful. That said, Royse is an inventive sort, and is quite adept at being able to weasle out of sticky situations by the seat of his pants with a creative dusting and a well applied taunt or two.

But enough about boring old combat, lets get to the really interesting part: The drinks! Royce is a world class brewmaster and barkeep, and has in fact earned a Phd in mixology from a university of... debatable validity. Nevertheless, patron and competitor alike will acknowledge Royce's unquestionable skill with a variety of cocktails, mixers, and lullabye brew, the depths of which has never been fully explored before the explorers succumb to unconciousness. Gin, sake, rum, wine, champaign, grog, vodka, all have served in his veritable alcoholic arsenal, but none have ever served him as faithfully as his friends, the four horsemen: Jim, Jack, Johnnie, and Jameson.

Weapon
He has one primary weapon known as the Boilermaker. This device- at a glance identical to a cobbler cocktail shaker with several gemstones set into it- is a large reservoir built to contain large quantities of dust. He fills it with a variety of different colors of dust, and sets various dust prisms into the side of it. He flips the cap open to acess the powdered dust inside, and the weaker crystals on the outside are accessible at will.

The Boilermaker allows access to his own style of dusting, which is made up of numerous specialized. Attack techniques such as "Sundowner," In which a ball of fire is conjured and dropped on opponents, "Gunfire," which charges his off-hand to fire several bolts of dust energy, "Jaegerbomb," Which conjured a blob of energy that causes a large explosion when thrown, and "Curacao Punch," which sheaths his hands in a damaging shroud of fire. To access these techniques, he must have the proper dust mix held in either the Boilermaker, elsewise they will simply fail due to his lacking the proper fuel.