[Being without Caleb or the others for the first time in months has left Nott... a little upset. Okay, a lot upset. She's been trying not to think about what might be happening to Caleb without her to watch over him. And the best way to do that? To get incredibly, completely drunk.
She's still got her neverending whiskey flask, thankfully, which means all she has to do is sit out on a park bench and drink and not stop drinking until her brain stops attacking her. She can't stop feeling the weight of the spell scroll in her pouch, an undelivered gift haunting her with its importance. He needs to get it. He needs this spell. But she's got it, and he's worlds away.
She drinks until she falls asleep, curled up with her mask off on the bench.
Hours later, she's lightly snoring, a sharp-toothed and green-skinned "little girl" who is unmistakably actually a goblin at this angle, even with her hood on. Her clothes are dirty and ripped in multiple places, her doll mask and platinum flask both lying discarded on her chest, and she doesn't smell great -- basically like the exact sort of person you'd expect to be sleeping drunk on a park bench mixed with extra alcohol burn on top.
But something's moving in her long hair, tugging at the strands. She's far too passed out to care much about it right now.]
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[Nott is so uninterested in this blind dating thing. When the host asks her romantic preferences, she just nervously says, "Undeclared...?" behind the doll mask she wears over the lower half of her face, an imperfect halfling disguise.
She's just here for the free food, why did it have to come with so many strings.
She takes her seat and when someone comes up, they're greeted with an eyeful of the tiny hooded person across from them jamming food at a rapid pace into her chin. No, wait, is that a mask...? The sounds she is making as she rapidly chews and tears at her meat are ungodly.]
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nott the brave ( critical role ) ota
[Being without Caleb or the others for the first time in months has left Nott... a little upset. Okay, a lot upset. She's been trying not to think about what might be happening to Caleb without her to watch over him. And the best way to do that? To get incredibly, completely drunk.
She's still got her neverending whiskey flask, thankfully, which means all she has to do is sit out on a park bench and drink and not stop drinking until her brain stops attacking her. She can't stop feeling the weight of the spell scroll in her pouch, an undelivered gift haunting her with its importance. He needs to get it. He needs this spell. But she's got it, and he's worlds away.
She drinks until she falls asleep, curled up with her mask off on the bench.
Hours later, she's lightly snoring, a sharp-toothed and green-skinned "little girl" who is unmistakably actually a goblin at this angle, even with her hood on. Her clothes are dirty and ripped in multiple places, her doll mask and platinum flask both lying discarded on her chest, and she doesn't smell great -- basically like the exact sort of person you'd expect to be sleeping drunk on a park bench mixed with extra alcohol burn on top.
But something's moving in her long hair, tugging at the strands. She's far too passed out to care much about it right now.]
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[Nott is so uninterested in this blind dating thing. When the host asks her romantic preferences, she just nervously says, "Undeclared...?" behind the doll mask she wears over the lower half of her face, an imperfect halfling disguise.
She's just here for the free food, why did it have to come with so many strings.
She takes her seat and when someone comes up, they're greeted with an eyeful of the tiny hooded person across from them jamming food at a rapid pace into her chin. No, wait, is that a mask...? The sounds she is making as she rapidly chews and tears at her meat are ungodly.]
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» Seeking: I don't know
» Preferences: people with buttons on their shirts
» Interests: flowers, jewelry, meat
» Bio: just a halfling girl, nothing to see here folks
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