<div class="floatright">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/worldofio/images/0/09/Remo.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kotch<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17 |<strong>HP:</strong>15/15<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>12 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><strong>Rage</strong>2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>On a good day, Kotch would be working as an entertainer for the tavern.  On a truly great day, he'd be in the middle of an arena, a little bunny facing off an enemy double or even his quadruple his size, winning handily.  Kotch missed the great days.<br/><br/>Today, he was scraping by working as a bouncer.  Many taverns preferred bouncers who were huge and intimidating, and this place had plenty of those, but Kotch had learned through past experience that not many of those wanted to actually fight.  They kept down most of the rabble so long as they were seen as daunting and untouchable, and not all of them even knew how to fight.  If things got past a stern stare, they weren't going to be much help, and once they had a bloody nose and didn't look so tough, things could devolve into chaos before the night was over.<br/><br/>What got coin in Kotch's pocket to buy him rooms at an inn was that nobody took a little bunny seriously.  If the little bunny took you down and the guy who looked big and tough didn't so much have to raise a finger, the illusion of the big guy was maintained and order could be kept.<br/><br/>Nobody was so fast that they could respond to everything without a hint of surprise, but Kotch was certainly quick to react, and if drunks got uppity, it was getting in a hit before they did that could often prove the difference in a battle.  Naturally he knew not to kill them, but a flail could just as easily pound some sense into a problematic patron and help them sleep off the effects of the alcohol via unconsciousness.<br/><br/>Some other people he recognized, though, and Sarkat got a smile and nod, but mostly Kotch kept to himself and watched the patrons.