===>Character Information<===
Character Name: Noa Gibson. Only excellent customers may call him by his first name. Unless he’s offered you a drink on the house, he’s Gibson.
Character Dreamwidth:
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Age: Mid-thirties.
Canon: None, indigenous.
History: Noa has been in the City for at least seven years, possibly closer to nine or ten. He will occasionally speak of Hero's first campaign as if he was there for the events. But, press him on the issue and he'll insist it's not important before changing the subject.
At the very least, it was known that a gentleman named Noa/Noah/No A/Nor (depending on whose info) operated a prostitution business in and around the city center before Tipping the Velvet opened and Noa Gibson came to be a name citizens winked over.
Gibson owns the building which currently houses the brothel. Rumors as to how this happened range from his showing up carrying something valuable to a blackmail scheme. The truth is much less exciting: it was bought on a series of small loans paid off by the patronage of the Southern Quarter once the violence died down somewhat. "People needed something to keep themselves occupied. I wouldn't waste my time in the junkyard. Would you?" He's actually only been free and clear for about a year. He may be looking to expand now that the carts have begun arriving.
Though there /have/ been issues of blackmail, Gibson has managed to avoid most serious confrontations. The fact he operates a vodka still in the basement has helped smooth over troublesome situations.
Gibson isn’t politically motivated. He seldom much care what Alpha or Hero do as long as it doesn’t interfere with his business. However, Hero is a paying customer and it’s not unusual to catch the two snarking at each other for lengths of time indicative of two people who might actually enjoy one another’s company.
Mutation: Illusionist, although he would tell you he hasn’t got any power at all.
Price: Has to be at least a little intoxicated to use his power, which impacts his judgment and causes him to do stupid things. He’s used it by accident while exceptionally drunk as well. This prevents him from drinking not at all. Alcohol is a gentleman’s pursuit, after all.
Personality: Thinking: determined, formal and shrewd. Noa’s goal in life is his personal safety and comfort. He's the kind of person who won't go outside without a tie if he can help it.
It’s an open secret that Noa is a transmasculine individual with an XX-indicative phenotype. He’s not touchy about his gender identity unless someone argues with him about it. Then, he's a man for his own sake and the opinions of others on the matter aren’t worth the air used to express them.
He handles himself and all of his transactions- financial and social -in a blunt, corporate manner. He doesn’t mince words or outright lie, but he might withhold enough of the truth to give himself the advantage. He is quite patient, only rushing as a sign of frustration. If he’s trying to hurry, things have probably already gone backend-up.
A lot of customers, rich and poor, important and ordinary, have come and gone over the years. A regular might get to chat with Gibson, but he prefers to keep even the most interesting people he's met at arm's length. His work comes first. Employees must be tended to and the ledgers won't fill themselves in. A customer can certainly qualify as a business matter, in which case, would they like some vodka?
He's a terrible raconteur- this happened, then this happened, and finally it ended. What else do you need to know again? That said, he can and does laugh at the jokes of others. For his own sake or for that of appearances, that remains to be established.
No matter of human sexuality will get a strong reaction out of him. One thing that definitely does amuse him is other people's reactions to the topic once it veers outside of their personal comfort zones. He admits he doesn't understand S&M himself, though it's very much permitted on premises. If a customer wants a particularly serious scene, he may stipulate his own attendance, than watch the whole thing with all of the enthusiasm of someone at an insurance seminar. All in all, he indulges in the services he provides much less than one might imagine.
Gibson expects a lot from his employees but he expects a lot from himself as well and as such just as likely to pull all-nighters. If he’s always on call for business matters, they should be too. Somewhat infamously though, the customer beds are not for sleeping in and most of the employees who live at the brothel bunk in a riot of pillows and blankets in the attic, a la medieval house staff. Gibson sleeps upstairs as well, but he has a modest room dominated by a Chifforobeand a desk. There's a bed crammed back there somewhere.
Non-Mutation Skills/Powers: Excellent with mathematics (especially statistics and finances) and arbitration. Has taught himself some distillery methods by trial and error. He can throw a punch, but he would prefer to hire someone else to do that for him should the need arise.
Memory(ies) Lost: Has little to no conscious recollection of his childhood. Sometimes, things will stir him and he won’t know why: the scent of ginger or burnt cooking oil, thunderstorms and people rubbing his back may all make him zone out momentarily. "Compared to those times? Mostly, I feel nothing," Gibson remarks, but he hasn't paused once in his calculations.
Network Sample:
Re: Your Arrangement This Evening
Mr. S-,
I write to confirm that a third hostess can and will be provided. Minene or Luna may best suit your purposes as both of these woman have experience in the diversions in which you have requested. Further, Minene exhibits the general body type specified in your original inquiry dated XX-XX-XXX (IE "large-breasted and wide-hipped"). There are more options available if you would prefer to discuss the matter further. However, being as Minene is a popular option among other gentleman of your persuasions, please reply at once if you would like to reserve her services.
The additional fee will be 25% of the total provided on XX-XX-XXX (yesterday), due at time of payment. No additional deposit is required at this time.
-Gibson
Log Sample:
There had been some perfectly respectable sunshine early in the afternoon, but as soon as evening fell, the rain began.
And then one of the lights had gone out on the sign.
Noa had paid a pretty penny for the glass plate, let alone the reverse painting, the paint itself, the wiring…
Of course, the page he'd sent to Merlin's came back with the usual daylight autoresponse. So, either Marcelo and Merrick had been waylaid by someone else with technical issues, or the junkyard had finally gotten the better of them. The former or the latter, the sign remained broken and given the foul weather, Tipping the Velvet hadn't seen a third of the usual customers.
Noa watched the dark spot on the pavement. His back itched- not in the way that he had to lay hands to himself there. Rather, he would have sworn someone else had already come to him there, even though he knew better. He stood outside of the chatter and laughter- mostly from the staff, but the few customers who had shown up didn't seem inclined to brave the storm a second time.
That needed dealt with. Noa strode off to the sofa full of boys besides Aventine from the waterfront. "Excuse me, but there is a fee for using that couch, I'm afraid."
Avantine nodded, jangling her pocket at him. "I know, I know. Throw it on my tab."
Well, that made one matter taken care of. As for the rest: "Minene?"
"Yes, boss?"
"Suppose I treated you to a shot of the fresh batch of vodka."
"Suppose I already know that means you want something." She sighed, pressing her cheeks to her hands. A few of the others found this terribly funny.
"I do. Put on a nightie, then run up and down the block."
Aa long pause followed on behalf of the woman. In the end, she scurried upstairs.
Noa tapped his tablet awake and began typing.
To: Everyone
From: Gibson
Security: OPEN TO ALL
Date: Now
Subject: Escaped Rabbit