<div align="center">Picture pending!<br/>Name: <strong>Michael Stoddart</strong><br/>Age: 27<br/>Alliance: Member of the All-Sorts<br/>Job: Head Chef of the bakery, Doorman for the All-Sorts when he's in the bakery, Chef for the Tavern when he's downstairs.<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Preferences: Pansexual, with a soft spot for women, tomboys, and anybody that can stand on their own two feet. He has very little patience for people that need to be coddled.<br/>Backstory: Michael was once known as one of the culinary prodigies of Anchor Town, but that was before prohibition and the depression. All of a sudden, people no longer had money or interest for porterhouse steaks, stuffed lobsters, and king crab. Besides, what's a high-end restaurant without a wine list? Not much, according to his former customers. Even his desserts had to go, he couldn't get so much as a shot of rum for his cakes or a sip of liqueur for his creme brulees, no whisky for the chocolate ice cream...<br/><br/>One by one, he had to cut employees to save money as customers dwindled. Before long, Michael was waiting tables, carrying in 50lb bags of potatoes, peeling them himself, falling asleep in the kitchen, and waking up in time to do it all the next day, right up until the day he had to face the music and close up. It didn't take him long to find the Rainbow Cake as a source of new work. Actually, it would be more accurate to say the Rainbow Cake found him, one of the owners had always been fond of his old place, back when it had customers and a bar. Something about the job, even the name of the place, caught his interest, and he was quick to sign on.<br/><br/>When he first discovered that his entire bakery, his new career, was little more than a front, he was pissed, though not for the reason one might expect. "How could you guys leave me out of this?" he'd argued with Morgan, whom he suddenly saw as his superior, rather than his delivery boy. She was the one he caught letting people into the back, and he'd taken the liberty of taking a look below before confronting her."You guys don't think I'd of wanted to fight prohibition? Not to mention, the food down there sucks! Think of what it's doing to my reputation! Either cut me in, or cut me out completely!"</div>