| Full Name |
Bhagwan Beaner - The Thing in the Purple Bathrobe |
| Race |
Mexican/Native American/Norwegian/Scottish |
| Classes/Levels |
Cunning Linguist - 3rd / Crime Stopper - 14th / Scotch Drinker - 20th |
| Gender |
Dude |
| Size |
Closer to a mountain than a molehill |
| Age |
of Consent, plus another several decades |
| Special Abilities |
Nosing Scotch, Taserizing Scumbags, Flinging Small Children, Annoying the Wife |
| Alignment |
Lawful Angry with Liquored Tendencies |
| Deity |
The Almighty Dollar |
| Location |
The Last Place Anyone Would Think To Find Me |
| Languages |
Mexiwegian, Policese, Highland, Speyside, Islay, Lowland... |
| Occupation |
Retired LE, Full Time DM & Scotch Taster |
| Strength |
3 |
| Dexterity |
3 |
| Constitution |
3 |
| Intelligence |
3 |
| Wisdom |
3 |
| Charisma |
3 |
About GM the DM
GM became the DM in 1980 while living in the Land of the Rising Sun.
He was a long-haired, hippie liberal back in the day until he realized that sunshine and flowers don't pay the bills.
He cut his hair, threw out his bell-bottoms and started throwing the people he used to hang out with in jail. He continued to be the DM, though.
He got married to a jockette, passed on the kid thing, bought a house and turned his basement into a place where he could be the DM in style.
He eventually retired and started a long obsession with finding the perfect single malt Scotch.
In between going on cruises, attending highland games & ren faires, and traveling around the US, he still finds plenty of time to be the DM.
