Barnabos

Barnabos "Barny" Stonecrop

Name Barnabos
Status
Deleted
Occupation
Bandit
Age
Young
Race
Man
Residence
An Apartment in Bree
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Perhaps he was handsome once, but no longer. Upon his face is a distinct, but surprisingly subtle, burn mark. His nose is bent, and must've been broken in the past. His hair a brown-blond type of thing, and is usually kept rather short. He usually wears a nice white shirt and black pants, overall clothes that won't make him stand out. Although, he immediately stands out whenever he reveals his hands from the depths of his pocket, as his hands appear to be made of metal. Because they are. His real hands were kind of cut off... so he got the iron hands as replacement (see "The Journal of Barnabos Stonecrop"). In other news, Barny walks with a slight limp in his right leg, and has somewhat of a slouch.

Background

Barnabos "Barny" Stonecrop has always been an intelligent and charismatic man, although prone to sarcasm, pessimism, and cynicism. The Stonecrop parents had a good many children, and almost all of them were better than Barny in almost anything. In wrestling, Barny would lose, and usually get hurt so bad he'd run home crying. In archery, he never could hit a target. Once he accidentally shot his father. In arts and crafts, Barny's creations usually looked like a pile of trash, though not out of a lack of creativity. Just a lack of basic skill. Barny was generally a social outcast, never really having any friends, or love interests. All of his living siblings are currently married (as far as he knows). With all his quirks and failures, Barny rarely got himself into trouble. He was an angel of a kid, more prone to stay in the house all day and read than to go out and play with his siblings and his friends. So it was that Barny learned the basic tenets of the Stonecrop family: honor, loyalty, and self-sacrifice. Barny learned these things better than anyone else in his family, mostly because Barny was simply better at learning than everybody else. Although it never did him much good. The smart folk are always bullied, at least in Beggar's Alley.

So it was that Barny grew up, as children do. As a teenager, Barny was still addicted to books. Not once did Barny care to go out and find himself a woman, or any friends for that matter. Also as a teenager, Barny learned how to play the flute from an old beggar in Beggar's Alley, and he excelled at it. He grew to love the flute, and would play often in the confines of his own home, when no one was around to hear. As his siblings began to move away, Barny did as well, though did not find much success on the road. With the family gone, the Stonecrop parents moved to a farmhouse on the outskirts of Bree-land. The house burned down before long, and the parents died with the destruction of the house.

Barny didn't grieve nearly as much as his siblings. A funeral service and all that was held, but Barny did not shed a tear. To be fair, he never particularly liked his parents, but his coldness was shocking. Barny did look forward to his inheritance. He wished to start an instrument shop in Bree, or maybe Trestlebridge if there were no good places in Bree. However, the inheritance never came. His eldest brother, Henry, had stolen the inheritance and made off southwards, towards Rohan and Gondor. Distraught, Barny returned to begging and flute playing, which earned him enough to live, but not enough to enjoy living.

So it was that Barny was down on cash, and looking desperately for a job in which he could use his silver tongue and his sharp mind. He tried the Scholar's Stair, but they threw him out when they heard he was from Beggar's Alley. Barny thus turned his eye to a different profession: crime. The Stonecrops had housed a number of criminals in the past, Barny's own father was imprisoned on a number of cases of drunken fights and whatnot. Barny himself may have been an angel as a kid, and as an adult things hardly changed. He still despises violence and prefers to read a book over robbing old women. However, desperate times call for desperate measures. So it began. Barny had become a bandit.

((Read "The Journal of Barnabos Stonecrop" for the rest of the story up until now. All of this is backstory, all of the things in the journal have actually happened in roleplay.))

 

2018 UPDATE: Nobody has seen Barny for the past two years or so. If anyone still remembers him, they surely assume he's dead.

Friends
Relatives
All dead, missing, or went to live in Trestlebridge
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Playing the flute (Which he can't do anymore without hands)
Hates
Moths. A little known fact about Barny is that he has severe Mottephobia.
Motivation
Eh. Who knows? Barny certainly doesn't.
Quotes
"I don't have hands, ye dimwit!"

Barnabos's Adventures

Entry 8: On a Year of Nothing 7 years 10 months ago
Entry 7: On Boredom 8 years 8 months ago
Entry 6: On Iron Hands 9 years 3 months ago
Entry 5: On Thievery and Mischief 9 years 4 months ago
Entry 4: On the Wolf and the Fox 9 years 5 months ago
Barnabos's Adventures

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