Reese S. McCupson

Reese S. McCupson has been tendin’ bar longer than you’ve been walkin’ on your own feet. Whether it be snackables, drinkables, a good ghost story, a shoulder to cry on (AMPLE shoulders, actually), a buddy to laugh and shout with, an expert dancer, a rapt singer and an exquisitely dressed man when occassion calls for it, you can count on Reese for his myriad of talents and tales to be there with a bottle of fresh brandy or frosty ale. Despite all of this, Reese is rather modest and quiet about his OWN history, and prefers to listen to others do the talking. Despite this, the Guild is certain of the following facts: Reese prefers to dwell in the Guild Hall, tending to the home that welcomes all, ensuring that the Hall can function in whatever need the Guild presents. He is more than capable, and seems to have a memory that spans tomes of names, locations, deals, passwords and brands and marks of quality. Without Reese, many agree that the Guild would function, but wouldn’t be quite as warm, open and earnest in its dealings.
 * Reese is in his late 30s, and comes from a town known as Cambden. He has a father, a mother, six sisters and four brothers.
 * Reese joined the Guild in his early teens, and has quite the record of participated adventures. Some even say that he apprenticed under the Guild Founder himself, but he always denies that accusation.
 * He has a cat, named Tabby, and a dog, named Tobey. They are surprisingly boring.
 * Reese’s arms are named as follows: Left- Thomas O’ Mallory, Right- Jefferson Sweetbeats. Thomas is his pourin’ arm, Jefferson his his punchin’ arm.
 * He doesn’t sleep. Ever.
 * Despite his large stature, he only uses his physique to break up fights. Nobody has ever seen him start one. Finished hundreds, truly, but never starts them.
 * Runs a club in the wee hours of the morning called The Insomniac’s Club, where drinks are paid for with stories or silver, but never both.